my "uncle"

"Uncle" and I have no blood relationship, but they are more like relatives. The "uncle" I am talking about is a fish stall called "Uncle Seafood" in Tai Po Market Market in the New Territories. Live seafood. I call the owner my uncle by the name of the store, and the owner's wife is my aunt. The shop of "Uncle Seafood" is in a right-angle shape. There are usually four people working. One person stands at each of the three points of the right angle to solicit customers and fish. There is also an aunt who hides behind the fish tank and is responsible for killing the fish. Uncle sells a wide variety of seafood, and all kinds of fish swim in the fish tanks, colorful and full of a small aquarium.

The more you visit, the more you get to know each other. Usually, while waiting for the fish to be killed, everyone will take the opportunity to chat a few times. Uncles and aunts are all straightforward people. They speak like firecrackers that can be set off at the touch of a button. To describe them in Cantonese, they are good tricks and good strings. However, the two are dictators in the seafood industry, and I can only bow my head and be a servant. Aunt's head is a hard disk drive with infinite capacity. She remembers the name of every customer she frequents, and also remembers the preferences of every customer. She remembered that three people in my family would eat dinner every day, and she liked fish with delicate and smooth meat but not soft. She even remembered that I only mentioned once that Mr. Definitely don't sell me half a fish scale. My aunt remembered that my child liked to eat sashimi, and she would tell me when there was a good one, and she would also earnestly help me find a size suitable for dinner for three people. Sometimes I bought more fish because I entertained relatives and friends for dinner, and my aunt would immediately remind the family that there were only three people in the family to eat, so don’t buy too much. Every time I couldn't help but refute her, "Hey, I'll buy more, wouldn't it be good for you to do more business?" Then I told the truth that there were more than three people eating that day, she would give me a kind glance, and My uncle would come over and tell me to buy one more with a grin. He would also come to my house for dinner.

Hong Kong pays attention to the fact that fresh fish should be steamed. Different meat quality, fish weight and fish body thickness will affect the time required for steaming. If the time is not enough, the meat will not be cooked. If the time is a little longer, the meat will be steamed. The heat is just right. A very very very important thing. Every time I took the fish and was about to leave, I would ask my aunt, "How many minutes will this fish be steamed today?" , just do it right, steamed out to ensure the best state. I'm used to relying on my aunt, and I don't even want to think about how many minutes it takes to steam each time. After I came to Taiwan, the state of my steamed fish was erratic. It was no longer the same as it was in Hong Kong. It was my aunt who completely spoiled me.

After the Lunar New Year holiday one year, my uncle did not start work for many days, which made me like a ghost in the market, not knowing what to buy. It wasn't until my uncle Shi Shiran finally opened the door to do business that he found out that the family went on a trip to the Maldives. I asked my uncle if it was fun to go there? Uncle twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a nonchalant tone, "Oh, I'm here every day facing the fish, going there, living in the water house and watching the fish, don't you think it's boring?" He was obviously just showing off. , I just wanted to blow his head off at that moment, I pretended to be angry and said, "It's not fun to go on a trip and I haven't eaten any fish for so many days. If I had known, you wouldn't have gone." , smiled until his eyes narrowed, turning into a kind uncle who tolerated his niece who lost his temper.

Occasionally, I would take my child to the market to buy vegetables. When I got to my uncle, I would point to my uncle and say to the child, "It's called my uncle!" So the boss became my uncle and my child's uncle. As long as they see steamed fish for dinner, the children will happily say, "Ah, you went to your uncle to buy fish again today!" If they see his favorite Sansei fish, they will narrow their eyes with joy. Has become my uncle's faithful obedient people. After coming to Taiwan, there were almost no swimming fish to choose from in the market near our home. If we wanted to eat them, we had to drive to a seafood store some distance from our home to buy them. Even so, the choices were far less abundant than my uncle's. Once I made a salt-fried Ma Yu (Wuzai fish), which was coke on the outside and tender on the inside. I thought I handled it pretty well. The little boy poked the fish with chopsticks and sighed in an old-fashioned way, "I miss my uncle! "I promised him that when he returned to Hong Kong in the future, he would eat his uncle's fish for the first meal, and buy as much as he wanted, but... I don't know when I will be able to go back.

I am glad that the children know how to remember the good of Hong Kong, and for me, as an adult, even though I am heartbroken, Hong Kong has always been my favorite home, whether it is the citizens who are struggling to survive before dawn, or the arrogant fish stall owner, kind and friendly. The vegetable seller, the arrogant tea restaurant guy... all deserve to be loved all the time.