I shot a glance at my watch, force of habit and it was getting late, our orders had been suspended. The big eaters on other tables were voraciously stuffing anything they could ingest in their mouth, spewing from their teeth sometimes. Gosh, my mum was asking me again the time. Messages was circulating the body as the brain sending out the impulses- she was hungry. And so did I . And so did everyone.
The foods eventually arrived right on time. Well, it seemed nice and delicious and suddenly we began to take it seriously since we really stuck in the reality for being there at that moment. Undoubtedly food had suddenly become so important to every one of us. There was this look on my face, it was relieved. Hitting the food when I was having my first bite, all I can say, the fervent desirable feeling I had days ago- going a long way reaching out for it, was starting to dwindle. It's not in my expectation- I am so picky about what I eat, and this is I.
Anyway, this Chinese cuisine seemed to arouse interest amongst the newcomers, all except the frequent visitors (Ai Wei and Fong), they buzzed with excitement including my mother. The foods we were all having, contained all the four basic flavors, bumping our taste buds as we munching it. The taste receptor successfully fulfilled their appetite as the chemical of food dissolving in saliva- Great! Delicious! Nice!- That's was what the favorite buzzwords they used in compliment and "not bad" is the relative complement I had to admit although by this point I was more turned on by the big volume they served in this two-handle serving bowl. As every dish was placed one after the other, pictures were taken to lead on some aftertaste moment. Each time, the flashlight working out on and off.