I respect you Fish Auntie, for sticking to your guns and refusing to add MSG into your food even though the Ban Mian store next to you was thriving on selling super giam soup.
I respect you Fish Auntie, for making it a point to fry eggs only upon ordering so as to ensure they will always be hot and crispy.
I respect you Fish Auntie for ensuring every single slice of your very fresh fish will be evenly dipped into the corn flour water before being added to the soup.
I respect you Fish Auntie for your kickass homemade belachan chilli.
I respect you Fish Auntie for always being concerned about the health of your regular customers and advising me to not drink cold water for fear that I will get “soft legs”.
A chef I interviewed once said that you are what you cook and believed that a person’s body vibrations and energy will somehow be transferred to the food one prepares. A happy, loving person who cooks with joy and effort will make create dishes that are sustaining and therapeutic.
I will miss you, Healthy Fish Auntie.