Dreamer and the Cook-7

DREAMER AND THE COOK-7

The cook was sitting in her room. There were yellow blossoms all around. Opposite to the cabin, an elderly person was sweeping with his new floor brush and she took a gander at him cautiously for quite a while and now the telephone call came from her son who was in the boarding. She had her night shifts and she thought that it was hard to go to every one of his investigations for that he required much help and care.So she put him in a hostel in a single room that had the number 232 on the door. The room was cool and it overlooked a vast landscape with 500 acres of forest. He was somewhat weak in maths however he draws well and has created a few bits of wonderful things, pleasing to eye and heart.... Hong Kong with its avenues and walkways she found in a glint and the walk around individuals all in a rush and a substantial scramble for achieving something past their scope or reassessing oneself of their capacities for this pace and movement. Individuals of such a significant mass of stress that they dreaded their little mind won't contain all the stuff they were pondering. Her aunt had a hotel near West Kowloon Highway and she joined the company of her aunt and their family. The couples had no children. So the cook was by all means their adopted daughter. Here she became proficient in Cantonese dishes.She also specialised in Korean and Southeast Asian dishes and also blending shark's soup with rice" -Cantonese Yale: Yùhchi Lōufaahn- and also Congee or congee, a sort of rice porridge.