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~! |
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