Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 487

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We are three hours off schedule, and it’s not my fault! Whose fault was it? Obviously the workers! Here’s what happened: I led the
workers to one of my favorite restaurants. Wang Bao had to pick up some dough for me to make some dumplings, again! Just when
I was intro ducing the workers to the best chef in the restaurant, they all disappeared! Turns out they went off to admire the pretty
ladies who had a lot of makeup on! In the olden days, every restaurant hired beautiful ladies to dance and impress the men. They
each waved a fan and batted their long eyebrows as the workers moved closer and closer dripping saliva which flowed onto the
table. I tried to pull them away, but they were as fit as bulldogs. After what seemed like a million years, the ladies finally left blowing
kisses to the men! The workers stood there with their red cheeks and eyes wide open not moving an inch. It was pretty freaky.
On the way back to the factory, I cooked a delicious dish containing wonton, sweet pork and Peking roasted duck! We rode our
pedicabs to the empty grassland and settled down. I gracefully cut the roasted duck into tiny pieces as the workers ate their portion.
These workers are sure hungry; every day they eat at least five meals! Soon the sky turned inky, and we couldn’t see anything.
Straight away, a bunch of explosion sounds made us jump five inches from our seats! BAM! BOOM! Were they fireworks? They
crackled into a million pieces forming the words Happy New Year followed with some red blasts! I just remembered, I hadn’t
returned home for 4 entire years! We all agreed to go back home, it had been a day and time flies by so quickly! Who cares about
my job, I’m done! This opportunity can only happen once a year! Slowly, I drove my pedicab west where my house was.
The old house was still there, lights streaming out of the window making the place bright. I could instantly smell the aroma of
home. I knocked on the door and entered as I was enveloped by a warm hug from kids, wife and family…
The New Tales of Old Shanghai
The Independent Schools Foundation Academy, Wong, Carissa - 11
“ Come on, Aunt Min is about to take you to Jing ‘an Temple!” My mother says as she puts on her newly bought dress. She treated
it as it was all the money our family has. Obviously mother is going to watch a show. She watches it literally every weekend since
everyone knows Shanghai was the most famous for its nightlife.
“ Coming mother!” I called. I put on the dress my mother gave to me for my ninth birthday and ran down the stairs.
“ Ding Dong!” The doorbell rang.