Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 128

“I told you so,” said Mum. “You can’t judge food by just looking at it, just like you can’t judge a book by reading it’s cover!” I frowned at her. I tried another one. A burst of milky sauce leaked into my mouth. It tasted scrumptious! I enjoyed the rest of the meal so much that I didn’t want to leave the restaurant. It was my turning point. From then on, things were much easier. I made friends and I learnt the language. I soon came to love Lisbon.