dad's remedy

after a night of clubbing, loud music, drunk boys and alcohol, my father had the best solution:



oily, greasy, deep fried paper wrapped chicken!

two pieces of juicy wings wraped with soy sauce, spring onions and some combination of spices in grease paper and fried to perfection.

omg, it is fucking orgasmic. no one cooks better paper wrapped chicken than my dad. but one thing i detest when he makes one of his 'eight treasures' (read: food he borrowed from other places and tweaked to suit him like ginseng wrapped chicken, apple soup and itek tim) and keeps on asking me if it can compete with the original.

dad: nice anot?
me: [produces sucking and chewing noises that rose from the delirium of having zi bao kai] mmm.
dad: i make from yesterday one. must marinate overnight.
bro: damn shiok la. then inside one wrap got two somemore.
dad: yar lor, not like union farm (union farm has supposedly the best zi bao kai in town). they very stingy one. give one tiny wing. not like me, generous.
me: [still sucking and chewy]
dad: so........ can beat union farm not?

and end scene.