“Dada! A handsome guy is at your service.” Darcy said happily.
Chi sin. I moaned.
“Only against the Trade Descriptions Ordinance.” Darcy said cheekily.
We came out of the public toilets that looked like it copied a Mondrian in Kowloon city.
“I'm just a boy standing in front of a girl asking her to love him." Darcy said, his eyes sparkling with love.
I was clueless, he always looked the same, cheeky as ever.
“Do you know which movie it came from?” Darcy asked, as if supplementing an answer. “Notting Hill”
“I knew that.” I scorned.
“Say my name” he sang.
“Darcy.”
“No, romantic is my name.” darcy said
“darcy is your name.”
“there is no grammar or logic when you are being romantic.” darcy said. “I was simply wondering if a rose is any sweeter if called by another name.”
what?
We walked, walked, walked to reach the wet markets, where Darcy was taking me. The three food rice takeaway services that Darcy’s family owned was underwhelming. It really looked nothing like a Michelin restaurant, not that it was one. It had a forgettable name, and the staff looked dirty and tired. The food looked good enough for the environment, and maybe the servings were large.
The staff said hello to Darcy, and blinked at me. Was I another one of his conquests? The staff also said hello to me, with no sign of awkwardness.
“Um. What would you like to try. I will pay for it.” Darcy said.
My curiosity got the better of me. I really looked carefully at the foods offered and scrunched up my eyes to think better.
There was all the usual foods you would expect from three foods rice takeaway stores. Pineapple sweet and sour pork, broccoli fried scallop pieces, fried chicken wings, marinated eggplant with fish pieces, meat loaf with salty egg… etc.
“I will have a steamed rice with chicken feet and spare ribs.”
“Ok. One steamed rice with chicken feet and spare ribs, and one steamed rice with beef. I think the steamed rice tubs are the best too.”
“So … this was the family taste you had?” I asked.
“I will tell you more about this later. But technically, I need to be rich before I can go home. That’s what dad said how guys should be raised. They can’t just rely on their family wealth. They need to work for a living. So i am only staying home now, i am not actually home. I eat, and sleep there, and they provide flats for me. but i wont see myself as at home.”
I was thunder struck. “You know the difference?”
“it's like company at home. training on the job.” Darcy said, as if he really knew what he was talking about. But to me, it sounded like he just explained fish were born from fish balls to me.
“Working for your parents it the hardest job there is.” Darcy added, nonchalantly as he finished up his steamed rice.
“I would never imagine working for my dad. It would be hell given his attitude. You know my home, dad is always giving out tasks. You can’t say, I am feeling like a lazy bum today and I am really tired. Because then dad guiltrips you about being a family member or you would always make a bad wife.” I said this all quickly. It really caught up in my mind, to the point I forgot the taste in my mouth. It was average tasting but I felt the situation imbued with a natural sweetness.
“I bet his is so proud of you, because you are his best daughter. You cared enough to wonder what his ideal daughter is like.” Darcy said thoughtfully.
“Not at all. Dad always gave me these little tasks that don’t end up giving me any credit. I never meet the marking scheme or ever be a good enough daughter. I just want to have some home feeling, which includes not being scolded. Like complaining the food is bad and crap freely. I always get punished because I am at home. ” I said.
“If your home is crap, you can always consider moving to mine. That is when I become rich and have my own home.” Darcy said, finishing up his rice.
“so how are you planning to get rich?”I asked.
“probably working hard at my family business as an employee and saving up enough money. Then I can invest in property market. Dad would yell at me in the middle of the night. I am perfectly just an employee who overworks.”
I thought about Bensimon, all our arguments that we had about never having a place to do it.
“You still have a spoonful of rice left. Eat up, or you will have no energy.” Darcy smirked. I wished he wasn’t so optimistic.
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