My wife cooked tong-mein (soup-noodles) for us today. Mmmm… And she’s not even Cantonese. Some things can be forgiven and forgotten.
There are some who believe that there are love languages.
Sounds kinda hokey to me, but there seems to be some validity to
it. I think my love language is good food. I’m not joking,
I really think it is.