A Fable about Language
There was a gung-ho Bro named Moises, who, because he had but a smidgen of Chinese, decided to "get into" that ancient language.
To gain a practical point of view, he embedded in a thriving "take out" joint. He noted carefully as the chief chef composed a tasty shrimp 'flied' rice in 2.63 minutes.
Still, from order to dispatch via Delivery, more than the raw speed dizzied Moises perceptions. What more finely mixed up his chopsticks and chopped short his noodles was one bold and plain insight.
The chief chef chap was Mexican.
MORAL: Linguistics is fraught.