"Father, is red braised pork a kind of medicine? Will it be bitter?" Kyle raised his head to look at Curtis with a tinge of nervousness.
"Mr. Mag said this is a dish, so it shouldn't be bitter."
"I am not afraid of bitterness. I will finish it all even if it is bitter." Kyle nodded with a tiny smile on his face.
Curtis patted Kyle's head, feeling a little heartache for him. This little guy had been eating all kinds of medicine recently. Most of them were so bitter that even adults found them hard to swallow.
Mag saw Curtis and his son at the very front of the line when he was going to send Amy to school. He smiled and nodded at them. Amy greeted them too before they left on the bicycle.
"There are so many people. Uncle Mag must be a very outstanding chef, right?"
"Yes, he should." Curtis nodded in agreement. This was the first time he had seen a long line forming in front of a restaurant even before it was open for business.
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