The people that come to teach English in China might have learned a little Mandarin before arriving in The Middle Kingdom. That usually goes out the window.
The new ESL school term started two days after I arrived in China.
A humorous translated conversation with my Chinese computer guy.
An English teacher in China struggles to speak with a Mandarin speaking grandmother over where to buy the clothes.
He played the Big, Bad Wolf of Little Red Riding Hood fame. On the cusp of coolness, he fought me tooth and nail over wearing the above cape.
Playing dumb, I have found, is extremely useful. A somewhat lackluster student of Mandarin, or Putonghua, I understand much more than I am given credit for.