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Cunmao
Cunsang is the fourth of Niang and Dia’s sons. His brothers are Cuncia, Cunyuan, Cunmao, Cunfar, Cunxin, and Jing Tring. When he is a baby, he suffers a brain injury after a stack of chairs falls on his head. Although he miraculously recovers, he never does as well in school as his other brothers. He joins the Chinese navy and serves one four-year term but elects to return home and marry his girlfriend rather than try to join the Communist Party and work his way up through the ranks. He ultimately owns a successful chicken farm where he lives with his wife and two daughters.
Cunsang Quotes in Mao’s Last Dancer
The Mao’s Last Dancer quotes below are all either spoken by Cunsang or refer to Cunsang . For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
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Chapter 11: The Pen
Quotes
“We can’t match the food you had in Beijing, but I hope you still like my dumplings,” my niang said as she set a bowl of steaming hot dumplings in front of me.
“This was all I’d dream about, but we did have dumplings all the time at the academy,” I lied. I pushed the bowl in front of my dia, because I knew there wouldn’t be enough for everyone.
“Liuga, can you count how many times you ate meat there?” Jing Tring asked.
“Nearly every day!” I replied.
Cunsang was wide-eyed with disbelief.
I nodded. There was silence.
“Madame Mao wouldn’t let her students starve, would she?” Niang finally said.
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Cunsang Quotes in Mao’s Last Dancer
The Mao’s Last Dancer quotes below are all either spoken by Cunsang or refer to Cunsang . For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
).
Chapter 11: The Pen
Quotes
“We can’t match the food you had in Beijing, but I hope you still like my dumplings,” my niang said as she set a bowl of steaming hot dumplings in front of me.
“This was all I’d dream about, but we did have dumplings all the time at the academy,” I lied. I pushed the bowl in front of my dia, because I knew there wouldn’t be enough for everyone.
“Liuga, can you count how many times you ate meat there?” Jing Tring asked.
“Nearly every day!” I replied.
Cunsang was wide-eyed with disbelief.
I nodded. There was silence.
“Madame Mao wouldn’t let her students starve, would she?” Niang finally said.
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