NN had a sweet 16 party in the city...and I had about 5 hours to kill. So I went to look for dad for dinner. He said instead of going out... he'd cook. He made his favorite 蒸魚， 苦瓜田雞， 海參， 清寶涼. He even went out of his way to slice and dice watermelon for us and chilled it.
"好耐冇食過老逗煮嘅飯。" And he was right... I honestly don't remember the last time he cooked for me. It may have been during those initial post-graduation days when I'd head out to SF on Wednesday nights for dinner.
We talked a lot... me more than him. I had to up the gain of my voice... and he probably only caught every other word cuz of his hearing. When he went out for a smoke... I noisied around. Man... the man is organized. His drawers. His books. His clothes. His shelves and cabinets and pantries. I should do this more often.
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