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The Flame Passes On
It's just char kway teow. Smoky, dark, glistening. The kind that arrives at your table still sizzling. yes with cockles ..yumm
But watch the young man behind the wok. The confidence in his wrist. The timing, the heat, the instinct. You don't learn that from a recipe. You learn that from standing beside someone who loves what they do — and letting it seep into you.
His father started this. His mother held it together when needed. And now the son carries it forward — one plate at a time.
I read about this stall recently — and it stayed with me.
Because this isn't just a hawker story. It's a story about what love looks like when it's passed down quietly, through hands and habits and long hours beside a hot wok.
Impermanence doesn't always mean ending. Sometimes it transforms. The flame moves — and something precious continues.
How often do we pause to receive these moments before they're gone?
3 small shifts:
> Notice who shaped you quietly. A parent, a mentor, a teacher. Have you told them what they mean?
> Eat one meal this week with full attention. No scrolling. Just taste, texture, and gratitude.
> Ask yourself: what am I carrying forward? What have you been given that's worth passing on?
The wok hei fades fast but not the love. Be there for it. 🔥
Read the full story on @Mothership.sg — and if you're in Singapore, go find them. Order a plate. Eat slowly. Taste the love in every strand.
Who taught you something worth carrying forward?
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