Foochows are rather introverted, especially our elders. My mother was brought up the Confucian way. She did not express herself much and did not speak before the menfolks had finished speaking. Everything was sort of like on hold. At the end of the day, she would quietly say something, often with lots of wisdom and much thoughts.
Our lives were so rich because she taught us well.
One of t he most beautiful things she taught was how to present a token of love at the table. Good dish to show love.
This is one of her favourite dishes : Steamed terubok.
She would go to the fish market and ask for good fish. After bringing home the choice fish, or just cuts, she would pack t hem lovingly with my sisters and calculate how long the fish would last. Her home economics was excellent and we would ever be short of good food on the table.
A good dish on the table was an act of love.
When we gather at a table for dinner, we must celebrate the togetherness and the love for each other. God is the Provider. Never say harsh words or quarrel when we are having a meal.
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