“You working for any press or organization?”
“Oh, no! I write all this just for fun.” I laughed
“For fun? How?”
“Oh, I write it onto the internet.”
“You can do that? I would love to see it.”
“Uncle, you play internet too?” I was shocked.
“Nah, but my son does. You can write this up for free?”
“Oh yea, you can post it up for free and then whoever reads it, uh - reads it.” Mentally whacking myself for not being able to describe blogging properly in Chinese.
“Oh, I must do too, as promotion for this stall” He smiled.
The thought of a blog, dedicated to promote a rojak stall cross my mind in a flash. “Sure you can, uncle” I said, flashing a big grin at him.
“I can leave my address for you, and have your son show my site to you. He can learn from there.”
Out of sudden, the wife who has been quiet all along, agrees with this, open the drawer and whips out a pen and a paper. Still in a faze, I wrote down my address, keeping in mind I better write this review quick, or they will be viewing with disappointment.
Then finally I got my pack of rojak, which the wife prepares all the while when I am chatting with the husband, and bid goodbye. I left with a smile on my face and their faces too, from the lovely conversation and also of course, the thought of able to devour my favourite rojak when I got home.