I’m often amazed at the power of time on how it changes someone. Let’s say, from someone who used to be thoughtless about cooking to someone who apparently becomes very much interested in cooking. This two year time has led me to discover the hideous and tremendeous amount of joy inside this activity, cooking. I’m this excited to try new recipes about soon, as excited as a primary student after hearing an announcement of school tour plan/holiday. That’s a bit irrelevant but yeah, you know what I mean.

It is seafood fried noodle in the first picture, and hainan chicken rice in the second. I love to feel good with everything that goes into my mouth, as in food I’m taking. So many times, I found that eating good food could ludicrously yet immensely aid my being in the bad mood, which can be a good thing, surely?!