i was out at the shopping mall and decided i should reward myself with some outside-lunch since i’ve been good and hell, it’s the term break after all.so i decided to give the chinese stall at the food court just one more chance.

the last time i bought noodles with soy sauce chicken from them, it was damn bloody salty. since then i haven’t had the guts to try their food again. usually the chinese food over here are a lot more salty and i have no idea why. maybe they’re catering to foreign tastes of something, but then again the angmohs dun eat such salty food also mah.

i thought char siew would be a safe choice, they can’t possibly add too much salt to char siew, right?

the lady at the stall took her time slicing the char siew and arranged them to cover the entire bowl of rice and the few stalks of choy sum. then. she spooned some suspicious thing which looked like minced garlic and ginger while i stared in absolute horror. *alarm sounds. i hate garlic and ginger unless their pungent tastes are “well hidden”. then, she squeezed enough of some strange looking liquid to fill a river. it looked like a mixture of dark soy sauce and something, which i hate too. i don’t like dark soy sauce in my rice.

i sat down miserably at an empty table and tasted the suspicious looking thing. basket, it was damn bloody salty. salty enough to kill the taste of garlic and ginger. and i still have no idea what that strange looking liquid was. the char siew tasted like, pork.

there goes, no more adventures at that chinese stall ever again.