I am not picky on style but on taste – the quality of each piece of food.
No matter in what dish what class what restaurant what price, there should be a standard of quality to be reached – though it varies in different minds.
In addition to food quality, timing also affects my marking.
Cereal breakfast in Marlborough Sound NZ in a silent peaceful hostel facing the inner sea is perfect.
Junk food - fish and chip - with a crowd of British guys are funny, excited.
Junk Bay breakfast opposite to my secondary school - memorable and valuable time I had gone through with my buddy.
UST canteens foods, Chocolate chefon cake in UST library
- we taste the tasteless tastefully in our memory.
TST East satay beef noodle - our unforgettable experience/game, the period that we enjoy.
TST seaside drinks, cup noodles - food for alleviation, for grievancing.
British style breakfast in Whangarei, NZ my host mother's home - very warm very comfortable very relax very ..... lay back.
Self picked up live oyster at Marlborough Sounds rock beach – juicy, in the sense of the oyster itself, and in the sense for my memory refreshment.
Yak Butter Tea in Tibet – for tasting the difference between quality of life. To realize the different possibilities the different perceptions to the world.
Lunch at my workplace, the suckiest moment. The hell-like moment.
Have a 10–15 minutes drive to enjoy my breakfast in a relaxing area Sai Kung may probably be one of my favourite cuisine for these days.
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