Sukiyaki

I always want to have Sukiyaki although I have never had it before. In those Japanese drama and animation, family members usually gather together to have sukiyaki for dinner to celebrate someone's achievement. This kind of family love sounds so warm to me. As people say, dinner holds a family.

So I bought all the ingredients, nice beef, scallion, onion, tofu and mushrooms. Mum and I had a great time on playing with it even it was really hot in the kitchen. (We don't have the portable stove...) We were so busy with grilling beef, adding sugar, and other sauces. We discovered a new joyful way in cooking. As we prepared so many food, some were left for dad and my lunch tomorrow.

Lately, dad came back. He looked at the food disdainfully and physically showing his temper with making banging sound with the plate and chopsticks. He only had a few and then threw all into the bin. Everything seems so childish to me. Obviously, he doesn't know what is the purpose of sukiyaki...

Communicate with my dad is the hardest thing in the universe. He never tries new things and everyone has to compromise with him.