The hygenically-challenged guy who in front of me was doing that straining thing with the ladle to extract the ingredients he wanted into his bowl. The process would leave me with little more than broth.
Look, people, it’s an ff’in buffet. It’s not you’re very own kitchen. Stop it.
Get the soon that’s there don’t be hogging the chunks of whatever that is in hot and sour soup. Don’t be picking the shrimp out of the shrimp and mystery aquatic dish. Just scoop out what’s there.
You’re not a damn surgeon removing a tumor of your favorite snack.
Knock it off.