Market sentiments

How about the lovely blue skies we’ve been hav­ing lately?

I don’t care if it’s just me lik­ing the idea of spend­ing Sat­ur­day morn­ing shop­ping at the mar­ket for my fam­ily. The con­fine­ment nanny has been mak­ing me go to the mar­ket to shop for ingre­di­ents to make con­fine­ment food with.

Being a super­mar­ket (read: can­not con­verse in Man­darin) kinda guy, it’s taken 3 vis­its to iron out the wrong pur­chases — like mis­tak­enly ask­ing for the kam­pong chicken to be chopped into so many pieces it might as well have been ground — and I’m start­ing to enjoy the mar­ket and the non­sense ban­ter the stall hold­ers engage in with their customers.

“Wah, today so early ah?” is a com­mon line (even though I’ve never been later than today), as is “how much pork bones you want today?”, as if you’ve always bought pork bones.

Then there is also one Veg­etable Stall Aun­tie who tells me every­thing I want is expen­sive, and asks if I really want to buy them. So con­sid­er­ate. So confusing.