"So, I was waiting for the lift the other day." shared Dad, "The lift doors opened, and I stepped inside. The upstairs-neighbour was inside. We greeted each other. Then, you know what? She told me that just the other day, when I was cooking dinner, her little kid was telling her, 'Wah! 妈, the downstairs-neighbour's cooking very 香, hor?'" He preened brightly. "厉害 anot?! I cook, the neighbours upstairs also can smell!"
That's why I like home-cooked meals. Dad has always been a fantastic cook. The food is always great; but more than that, it is heart-warming. Nothing beats coming home to a meal that is personally cooked by a loved one. It is just different.
Nothing beats home-cooked meals.
Friday, 18 September 2009
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