Lynx mentioned the story about how a mother can tell apart the calligraphy that was written by the father and his son, but this story is not about that boy.

This is a story about another boy, whose father was a michelin chef whose speciality was to cook eggs. Once, the boy was watching his father cooked a hardboiled egg from behind, and noticed that it involved a raw egg, a pot of water, some fire, a ladle that was put into the pot, and there’s some cracking action, and then some thing that the father put into his mouth to eat.

Several days later the boy tried to copy the father’s action but he couldn’t remember exactly the order of things to do.

So the boy put a pot of water on the fire (chef’s family encouraged young kids to experiment cooking early in life), and cracked the egg into the pot of water, then put the ladle into the pot and stirred, and then did not bring anything to boil and then showed it to the mother and the mother was like, “alright son, so what do you want me to say?” and she thought to herself maybe her poor son had unfortunately inherit the “cooking” gene from her side of the family.

The boy asked for his father’s input. Not to completely dash the son’s hopes, but also to fuck around with him, the father tore up a hardboiled egg (that he had always carried in his pocket because he famous egg chefs and eccentric like that) and dropped it into the warm egg water.

The boy ran to the mother, who said, okay, so this bit of powdery ball yolk thing or this white bits were made by your father right? And then the boy was amazed because, he thought like, wow, how she know siah? And he asked his mother “how could you tell, mummy?”

Then she (hid a deep sigh in her heart and remind herself that the boy was still very young) smiled encouragingly (as good mothers do) and tell him to work hard and cook smart and one day can be as good as his dad who was super at cooking egg.

So the boy thought like, wow, my mother smart siah, my father good at cooking egg siah. And then was resolved to become smart and study hard and work hard and learn how to cook properly, and became a good and famous chef eventually.

He became good at cooking asparagus, or rather, specifically, the hollandaise sauce that goes on asparagus.

Now it so happens that this story traveled to a family living in the Antarctica and they were all very fascinated also because they never had eggs before and empathised with the young boy.

So they were motivated to find eggs on the internet and bought them after some trouble and then learnt how to cook them as well.

After that, they were able to understand the story at a different level.