云吞面

always listened to dad talking about the Wantan Mee he ate during his childhood.

always, he'd sing praises of the super delicious mee made with kampung eggs without "kan sui", and how the mee can be eaten just like that with only "pork oil" and no dark soy sauce.

and he'd go on about how the uncle would try to persuade only him to learn the mee-making from the uncle, seeing how my dad loved to eat his mee. apparently, my dad ate his mee almost everyday.

of course my dad refused. if not, i'd now be a Wantan mee seller's daughter [which is sth i'm not against, coz if so, i'd have the chance of eating that legendary mee ^^]

too bad the uncle's children didn't want to inherit the business, or else, we'd still have the chance.
too bad dad didn't wanna learn the trade, or else the mee wouldn't go to the ground together with the uncle.

well, the mee is just history now. i can't taste the mee now, can i?

there are more food stories from my dad and uncles, especially those about my grandma's recipes. most of them have also vanished from the face of the earth with grandma's passing. we can only listen to them reminisce and imagine.

sometimes it's frustrating, listening to them talking about it while salivating. but then again, it's their memories. they have the right to go back in time talking about it, remembering their father and mother. and it's actually good, coz from these, i'd know and understand more about the grandparents i didn't really have a chance to know.

i guess this would happen to me too, 30 years down the road.