The birthplace of bubble tea

Ordering bubble tea is a complex project. It's somewhere between ordering a latte at starbucks, and buying a house.

[Original transcript]

I walk up to the window. The women at the tea stand greet my approach by singing / yelling "huan(0) ing(2) guang(3) LAAAAAAAAANG!!" (WelCOOOOOOME!!) One leads the other two, so it's a rondo of welcome.

"Oh, uh, a honey lemon tea, please, hot."

"We don't do honey lemon hot. It's too blfdsufiofdfsse (unrecognized Chinese words)."

"Ah. Well, what kinds of hot tea do you have?"

"Here's the menu (pointing.) This is the column for hot teas, like black tea."

"Oh, which ones are popular?" Desperately trying not to reveal that I'm illiterate.

"Well, we have icovuaernae, and vjfidosfje."

"Ah, can I have the first one?" Success.

"Sure, how much sugar should we add? Here's the sugar chart. (Pointing at something with numbers and decimals.)"

"Oh, um, not a lot of sugar." Gah, not success.

"Well, that type of tea isn't very good with only a little sugar. It makes the flavor more tacky. Sticks to your teeth."

"Okay... then with normal sugar." Eyes dilating.

"Excellent choice!"

"Great." Turning to wait, relieved.

"And normal temperature? Or we could make it room temperature."

"YES, normal temperature. Oh wait, and can you add bubbles?"

"We're out of the big ones now; are the small bubbles okay?"

"Sure."

"Here's a mini sample of tea while you're waiting." (With about 50 grams of sugar in it.)

5 minutes later, amidst sugar vibrations.

"Here's your tea. The small straw will allow the small bubbles to be sucked up, but be careful that you don't choke to death on them."

"Okay, thanks." Turning to return to my double parked car.

They chase me away with, in rondo: "GUANG LAAAAAAAANG." "guang laaaang."