The Chinese food in (North) America isn’t all that bad. Especially the one down at East 3rd Street. One thing for sure is that you’re guaranteed imported food from China. At least, the cooks from China Buffet are.
A decent lunch buffet for $5.90. About $7 for dinner. Now that’s something those money-making bastards at the university won’t tell you.
I’ve been the obligatory escort for groccery shopping today. There was only so much I can speak in Mandarin before I could prevent my mum from buying the entire dry food, kitchen, and detergent section in this little Chinese store two doors down. The name’s Obo.
‘Mini mart’, as she would call it. ‘House-moving’, as I would sigh.
I’m not due in my permanent resident hall until the 22nd. The bed linens wouldn’t arrive before Monday the 13th. Orientation’s this Friday at its earliest.
And my parents has just bought me a rice cooker.
And thousands of herbs and sauces.
“You’ll miss homecooked food soon,” They said knowingly to my protest.
But every time they reached for porcelain cutlery, I had to remind them that they won’t be the ones lugging the 3 massive bulks of luggages around. Meh.
By the time we walked out of that groccery store, I got 2 job offers ready on the go and it’s only my 2nd day here.
“First the Chinese restaurant, now the Chinese store. They’d even provide you meals and let you work whenever you want. I just heard the son telling his mother that they should take you in. Said you looked like a good girl.”
Dad was amused.
“See, I told you that good looks will bring you luck with people,” Mum said with glee.
On a side note, look what I found…
In that Chinese groccery store on East 3rd Street
And to think that Malaysia really can boleh…in something.
(Author’s Note: New photo for the Big Apple below.)