Whenever I look at wantan skins I would have a great picture of my siblings and I enjoying a lovely soup. made by my mother, which was two portions of wantan and cast off want skins from my mother's cousin. who owned a mee stall in Kampong Nyabor, Sibu. It was just a stone throw from our Brooke Drive home. We kids would walk to the stall with our soup container, order two portions of wantan soup and wait by the side road. Yes we never expected any priority service.
Mum would always send one of us to pick up two bowls of wantan with extra wantan skins from Aunty Ting Huong.
Aunty Ting Huong was a lovely cousin of my mother's and they got along very well. She actually married into a family who lived in a house opposite us. The in laws were long term tenants of our paternal grandfather.
When mum developed the land inherited by my father, she was given a share of a shop lot, Aunty Ting Huong and her husband moved into the first floor flat and we carried on being neighbours.
Mum would never sit in a coffee shop, and it was something she never did when she was young. Later when she was older she would accompany her sister Aunty Yung to have kampua mee, and only in shops she knew.
So for us, we would have her special container from Thailand to tapau the "special order" or take away from Aunty Ting Huong.
It was two portions of wantan with extra skins in soup.
she would also pack extra skin cast offs for us to bring home. Mum would keep these in the fridge and make another meal with them.
Our frugal mother was able to keep us nourished and we never lacked good food on the table.
May God bless Aunty Ting Huong's family. May her soul rest in peace. We will always remember those extra wantan skins.
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