There is a reason why northern Chinese like me and my folks look at many southerners, especially Fujian and Kejia, and anyone south of Shanghai with contempt and call them uncouth and unclean. Ironic that southerners are known for culture, literature, and arts, while northerners are known for horsemanship, fighting, and shooting. However, "arts and culture" also tend to breed cuckoldry, complacency, and straight up faggotry, eastern or western does not matter. Just look at all of those nasty ass Fujian ladyboy pop stars with their shoulder length hair styles and you will see what I am talking about. I am well known at family gatherings for having a bit of a temper because every time somebody puts that pop nonsense on the TV I have no qualms about telling whoever was closest to the TV to shut that shit off or put it on the military channel or something.
That said, when I was 16 years old, and when China had been in the peak of the repulsive 'gutter oil' scandal, my folks took me to see some family friends in Guangdong. I already did not want to go there and to make matters worse, the friends' family kept introducing us to questionable 'acquaintances' of theirs who thoroughly impressed my naive Shanghainese aunt but only came off as creepy and shady to me and all the males on my uncle's side. At least 2 of these motherfuckers were actually trying to flirt with my aunt, who is thoroughly ashamed of even speaking out for herself when things become uncomfortable for her. During the whole time they kept placing "custom", "homemade", and "regional secret" dishes on the table, some comprised of obvious chicken and pork but others containing meat that I had no idea what the fuck they were.
Throughout the night I only picked at the bits that were familiar to me and not even full chopstick loads. Only the white rice was guaranteed free of any oil of any sort. Out of "respect" and "friendliness" for those folks my uncle begged me to visibly eat at least some of the stuff. At one point he and a couple of others had to pull me into another room because I straight up declared that if I found out the oil that all of us had consumed in varying quantities that night had been made from gutter oil, I WILL head over to these folks' place with a fucking machete. And I was DEAD ASS serious about it too. Needless to say, that was the last time our family ever went to see those "friends" from the south again.