We were having dinner at HK Cafe. He had pork chop AND luncheon meat noodles, and I had luncheon meat noodles.
He leaned over to feed me a piece of pork.
“Ahhh…” he said, making airplane movements.
“Stop it, I can’t eat anymore. There’s so much noodles here I feel like I’m going to give birth to a noodle baby.”
And because he wanted to make me laugh, because he lived in HK for 5 years, because he had a funny thought, because he is the way he is, he uttered.
“Noo dow Bay beee”
In a really exaggerated HK accent. And then we burst out laughing like two giddy schoolkids.
I love him so much.