It smells so nice and I’m hungry.
Fried beehoon for dinner doesn’t sound fantastic but I couldn’t be bothered to cook a proper meal. It is not as filling as having rice or nice steak with mash potato but that’s ok. At least I don’t have to go out and buy my dinner or slaves myself in that small kitchen.
And now, at 9.30pm, my stomach is growling because my neighbor downstairs is cooking something that smell wonderful. I bet it is steamed fish. Now I crave for sweet and sour fried pomfret. Wow isn’t nice to have it with piping hot fluffy rice….
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