Noodle Baby

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.

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