Poh Piah Stall

薄饼 (fresh spring roll)

A stall near my house, selling super tasty traditional poh piah. 20 over years, it's my childhood food, I grew up with this stall and the uncle.

Sometimes after work, a craving for this poh piah to warm my stomach.
Just recently, @ about 9pm.
Uncle: "Wow, so late? Over time again."
Me: "Yeah."
Uncle: "The job market isn't good. You must tolerate any hard work to pull through this time."

This conversation took place while he spread the crushed peanuts and bean sprout with confidence. Interestingly, there seemed to be a rhythm in everything he does.

Taking things for granted, especially for people/things that are close/near to us.
I realized that I didn't even feature this poh piah stall on my "I recommend" category.

It's too late cos this afternoon I found out that it was replaced by another commercialized one.

It's another stall holder with chunks of metal accessories and dreadlocks. He wore plastic gloves and slapped the veggie on the poh piah "skin". Replaced by disposable chopsticks and Styrofoam plates.

When I realised I was observing him intently that his hand trembled a little while cutting the spring roll, I looked away and thought: "Why didn't Uncle put up a closing down notice? "