關於愛，我是個小學生。

Mom's been hopitalized for almost two weeks since she last time ached in the belly. Now the condition is being well controled. Thank Lord for taking care of her nicely and sparing her lots of angst and misgiving. After all, Mom is the kind of person full of fantasy, only often to scare herself enough with her hysteria.

It is only I left that could make use of day time bringing up my kid, whom you may not call as a dunce, rather a listless lad when coming up with his schoolwork. Save for waking him up early in the morning, bathing him, or clothing him, I am the very single person usually available to feed him since Dad dwells in Tao-yuan as a recluse, not coming to Taipei from time to time. Indeed, feeding a kid can't be easy by all means, especially for a man who's been spoiled by his mommy, who always prepares various of gourmet a la carte for her son of glutton since childhood, and considered the kitchen the last place he would visit or utilize to add some pristine but colorful strokes to his already bustling and lively earthly life, both day and night. Ouch! The toil in the coming schedule is right about to be started off!

In fact, things were not so aweful as expected. And I was not the kind of guys either who pursue Confucious' doctrine as not to come too close to a steaming pot. Well, quite on the contrary, le jour de cuisine made me a happy man; I give you that. 

Fried eggs with onions and tomatoes was my maiden voyage sailing into the world of gastrology. Seeing the satisfying looks from the chap and my cute Sea-ear with single-edged eyelids, an amazon as well as an ingenue of my type, I knew I was in deep shit - I should feel so proud and satified also! Is this a good news for me or a bad one? I don't know. I just would rather be willing and ready to serve what I could to rescue a person from starving, by the happiest and the most artistic way. A la carte, s'il vous plait!