So there we were, with my own two harshest critics of Chinese food, my parents Rose and Ronald. Mr NQN was driving my father’s car and we were discussing crab. My father, hard of hearing, loves to talk about the price of crab (a real Chinese father pastime) and the idea of a bargain such as this animated him.
"So how much are mud crabs normally?” I ask him.
"How much are nightclubs?” he asks.
"He’s getting his hearing aid tomorrow. Finally” my mum answers, relieved.