I grew up in a Chinese takeaway, in my teens I worked at my grandparents takeaway, taking orders whilst doing my homework. When dinner was ready all the kids would sit and eat, we played and slept at the takeaway until parents were finished - 2am mostly! My parents opened their own takeaway in my late teens and I had to start learning how to cook because I had to pick up my brother and sister from school and get dinner ready whilst my parents were at work. My mum would prepare the dishes and I would finish cooking them. In the weekends we were all at the takeaway, after picking my siblings we'd be travelling on the train and head to work. 1st thing I learnt was how to make fried rice and rice went EVERYWHERE, at one point there was more rice on the floor than in the wok 🤣🤭 - back then (seriously) didn't actually realise I could cook, it just happened. When it got busy, I would be cooking 2 different dishes at once and thinking about it, we were a bit like robots - forget the gym, go work in a Chinese takeaway 🤭
I've made plenty of dishes that TOTALLY SUCK (still do) - but I also took for granted what I was taught back then - until now! I'm still learning and every time I go back to my parents, I take away a little more knowledge. I love cooking, baking and creating things that put smiles on faces - I'm a total feeder 😆 food solves most problems, well that's what most Chinese people would say! Chinese people would never say 'love you' or show affection - they would say 'I make you something special to eat' 😜🤭
Good home cooked food like like a warm hug!
