Noodle Feast

Little Brother wanted to tag along when we (Second Sister and I) decided to have a food trip along the many lines of Chinese restaurants downtown. In order not to be irked of his wailing, we agreed but telling him that he should behave. And he promised.

While inside the car, second sister and I were talking about the old saying about noodles and pastas that if you eat a lot of them, your life will be longer. Second sister told me that she had heard of it, too.

When we reached the first restaurant, and after ordering noodle feast. Little Brother hurriedly scooped the flat noodles (only) and ate them with gusto. Second sister was about to give him a ravioli but he strongly refused with head turning left and right in disagreement. “And why is that?’ I asked. ‘From now on, I’ll only eat noodles and pastas, all of them, even without the pork, the chicken, the ravioli, the squid ball and everything,” he replied and continued after I showed him a questioning look, “So that I’ll live longer and you die earlier.”