N didn't even bother listening to me and told me and the husband to just turn up with empty stomachs. When she was flying out the next day, we didn't want her to cook. But she did. She said it was easy chicken rice. Riiiight, with a ton of side dishes. Okaaaaay. Our stomachs are happy about it, but we felt bad that she made so much effort. To appreciate that, we ate LOADS. Teheheheheh.
N was experimenting and the chicken was grilled instead of steamed. That worked too. Prawn omelette, stir-fried greens, tofu and a soup. There was even a plate of Hakka abacus that I had no idea why it was included, but it was rather tasty. Wheeeee. The homecooked food was fabulous lah. What a feast!
We had drinks — champagne, reds and whisky as a digestif. Might have overdone it a little. I was so stuffed that I couldn't really finish the dessert of homebaked brownie with Hokkaido milk ice-cream. I ate all the fruits though. Heh. Before we knew it, it was 10.45pm! Totally time to go home, otherwise our poor friends would have to stay up till 2am to clean up. The kiddos were just faffing around being derpy. They were quite happy to chill out near us. And asked for bits of cheese.
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