Our first night in Kuchai Lama. Again, supper time. That's hubby standing there. None of us could read a single word of Chinese but we could speak so we were just asked the uncle to bring us whatever's left since he's about to clean up. I learn a thing or two from the uncle like the art of velveting the meat before dumping them into the boiling soup.
|The best claypot braised pork....|
|Also nicer than Penang's bah kut teh....|
|Me like this drunken chicken~!|