As per usual, mum and dad came home and I was asked (actually ordered is a more correct term. Seeing as asians dont speak, we shout at each other. And I dont think the word "please" exists in the vietnamese language. If it does, it sure as hell doesnt exist in my parents vocabuluary xDD) to mush up some garlic with the mortar and pestle. As I was bashing the garlic to mooshie-ree-noes, my mum stood next to me peeling ginger or something.
*cue dads entrance with a big box of knives*
Dad: *all excited talking to mum* look at these knives I bought for you!
Mum: mmmm
Dad: They were really expensive!!
*dad starts to pull out the knives*
Dad: You can use this one here to cut fish............this one cuts fruit..........this one peels fruit.
Mum: mmmmm
Dad: ....no wait a minute, I think that other one peels and this one cuts.........
Mum:mmmm.....thats great
Dad: *pouts* Would you at least look at the knives?
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dad walks back outside muttering: I buy her expensive knives and she wont even look at them*
xDDDD I love them both so much. So bless