A poached egg in the soup makes me cry.
It reminds me of
My maternal grandmother making me one when she knew I was having my first period,
My mother feeding me my chicken soup after the birth of my eldest daughter,
The nice young doctor making me one when I woke up from my surgery after my accident. He cooked it over a candle!!
The kind Captain who made me one because there was nothing left to eat
The kind cook who said that he wanted the soup in the noodle to be slightly better for me because he only had one egg left that afternoon. And his char chu mien was really really the best because he had the right broth.
A poached egg is just so full of love.
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