2. How does the narrator's embarrassed attitude towards her culture affect the way she describes events in the passage? Group of answer choices

A. She describes the food as foreign and unappealing.

B. She focuses on her desire to be more “American.”

C. She focuses on her crush’s reactions to her family

D. She criticizes every little detail of her mother’s cooking.

Passage:
I fell in love with the minister’s son the winter Iturned fourteen. He was not Chinese, but aswhite as Mary in the manger.1For Christmas Iprayed for this blond-haired boy, Robert, and aslim new American nose. When I found out that my parents had invited theminister’s family over for Christmas Eve dinner, Icried. What would Robert think of our shabbyChinese Christmas? What would he think of ournoisy Chinese relatives who lacked properAmerican manners? What terribledisappointment would he feel upon seeing not aroasted turkey and sweet potatoes but Chinesefood?On Christmas Eve I saw that my mother had outdone herself in creating a strange menu. She waspulling black veins out of the backs of fleshy prawns.2The kitchen was littered with appalling3moundsof raw food: A slimy rock cod with bulging eyes that pleaded not to be thrown into a pan of hot oil. Tofu, which looked like stacked wedges of rubbery white sponges. A bowl soaking dried fungus back tolife. A plate of squid, their backs crisscrossed with knife markings so theyresembledbicycle tires. And then they arrived — the minister’s family and all my relatives in aclamorof doorbells andrumpled Christmas packages. Robert grunted hello, and I pretended he was not worthy of existence. Dinner threw me deeper into despair. My relatives licked the ends of their chopsticks and reachedacross the table, dipping them into the dozen or so plates of food. Robert and his family waitedpatiently for platters to be passed to them. My relatives murmured with pleasure when my motherbrought out the whole steamed fish. Robertgrimaced. Then my father poked his chopsticks just belowthe fish eye and plucked out the soft meat. “Amy, your favorite,” he said, offering me the tender fishcheek. I wanted to disappear. At the end of the meal my father leaned back and belched loudly, thanking my mother for her finecooking. “It’s a polite Chinese custom to show you are satisfied,” explained my father to our astonishedguests. Robert was looking down at his plate with a reddened face. The minister managed to musterup a quiet burp. I was stunned into silence for the rest of the night. After everyone had gone, my mother said to me, “You want to be the same as American girls on theoutside.” She handed me an early gift. It was a miniskirt in beige tweed. “But inside you must always beChinese. You must be proud you are different. Your onlyshameis to haveshame.”And even though I didn’t agree with her then, I knew that she understood how much I had sufferedduring the evening’s dinner. It wasn’t until many years later — long after I had gotten over my crush onRobert — that I was able to fully appreciate her lesson and the true purpose behind our particularmenu. For Christmas Eve that year, she had chosen all my favorite foods.

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