An ordinary weekend with ordinary lifestyle. Things seems to go back to normal.
This little guy went back to his usual self, picking food. He wanted this plate of BBQ chicken rice, and I already told him by the color of the chicken, it does not look good. Trust your eyes first, if it doesn't look good, it won't be for the tongue as well. It can look good but taste bad, but it will not taste good if it can't even get the look right.
I ordered this buttermilk chicken rice for the girl, I didn't get to taste it, but she didn't finish them all. Well, she's a teenager now, you know what I mean. I couldn't get her to tell me if it's good, but she didn't finish the whole thing and saying there's too much rice. So I guess that's my answer.
Female tiger got herself this basil leaf fried with minced meat, tasted ever so marvelously good. I'm lucky because she feed me a spoon of that, I wanna try this next time when I come back to this food court!
Ok champion, this is my pineapple fried rice. I don't know what to tell you, but somehow food and rice has a thing that make them click!
Well, a dinner won't be complete without a proper drink. So I got myself a cup of milk tea with warm pearl. I can't remember exactly how to spell the damn name, but it's something like Ojisha or what. Some green tea with milk and brown sugar stuff, you know how guilty these stuff are 🤣