Went for steamboat dinner with my family at Geylang... When I first stepped into the street, I felt kinda uncomfortable cos I was like surrounded with PRCs (Maybe 10-4 too many in the past)... Nevertheless, went on walking around. We discovered that there are more than one steamboat buffet restaurants along the whole street! And the thing is... there are all manned by PRCs! We then went pass one restaurant... There was a female PRC outside the restaurant along the corridor, shouting to us that their food are fresh... crabs are fresh... We even noticed a sizable crab hanging alive on the door. We went into the restaurant and took a look at the variety of food.
Subsequently we sat down outside the restaurant. They offered "bao"s and dumplings for free... When the "bao"s came... It looked kinda big but when we bite into the "bao", we were disgusted... the skin was thick but the inner ingredients were like thumb size thin and small.
Still I sat, trying to enjoy my food... The fish is full of scales... Never mind... The pork skin had a foul smell... Never mind...
Then... a kid from the neighbouring restaurant started shouting at us... Saying "Bao zi pi hou sian bao, gan ma chi neh, hai bu ru lai wo men ze chi gen hao" Meaning... The "bao" sucks, why not go over to their place.
I was thinking... I am already seated and started eating... What you want me to do? Pay, get up, go over to their side, sit down and start eating all over again??? I ignored him... But he seems like he enjoyed the process of irritating me and kept on shouting... He was really getting on my nerves...
After a while, he went into the restaurant, out of my sight... Good I thought... Then... the PRC woman standing outside the restaurant and just behind me together with another PRC woman standing outside the neighbouring restaurant started shouting at everyone who walked past them, telling them to come in and eat lah, the food fresh lah, cheap and good lah... I was getting pissed. Can I have some peace over dinner?
Halfway into the meal, mosquitoes started coming, buzzing around me. Then, the little boy came out again. Started his nonsense all over again... My blood started boiling. I turned over and gave him a fierce stare. He carried on his nonsense and even gesticulated at me!
That was enough. I had enough... I called out to that boy and asked him to come over. My intention was to ask him if he wants to pay for my meal. If yes, I am willing to go over to his place and eat. If no, caould he be so kind to let me finish my food in peace??? He ran back into his restaurant, and I never see him for the rest of the meal...
Think my temper very bad, huh... Maybe I am too particular about food... I enjoy good food... I love to eat... Bwahahaha....
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