I was late for my usual 91A bus. Wasn't very sure why i was late, but the entire cast of the 91A movie went ahead without me. Then again, i couldn't possibly expect everyone to alight and wait for me to arrive.



Anyway, having eaten like 20+ roti prata for breakfast during the past two weeks, i decided to try something new today. Often, when i buy ban mian, i would catch myself eyeing the ju kueh advert at the ban mian stall.



So i asked the auntie today, "You have ju kueh?" Auntie said yes and i said i wanted ju kueh. And then the auntie went off to pick up the pieces. Which left me absolutely stunned. Wasn't the exchange protocol supposed to include her asking me how many pieces of ju kueh i required?



Anyway, i thought it'll be fine, maybe the auntie sold ju kueh in sets of three. So i saw the auntie pack the ju kueh into the plastic bag, one, two, three, four... four? ok, maybe auntie sells in sets of four. Just when i was thinking that, the number of ju kueh went up to five. And i was like, 'Omg, nobody eats ju kueh around here and the auntie is gonna sell me all her ju kueh.'



Luckily, the number five was auspicious enough and the auntie began to scoop cai po (neither pinyin nor canto, but i've always pronounced cai po this way.) into the plastic bag. Turned out that the whole plastic bag of ju kueh costs only one dollar (SGD if anyone is curious). So it was like 20c per piece, i always thought ju kueh was 40c per piece. And i thought, "Hey, i got a pretty good deal."



But turns out that i always never get good deals. The ju kueh was alright, not terrible, not fabulous, just the ju kueh next door. But the cai po was.... i cannot begin to describe the distaste. Maybe its because that i've been eating only Tiong Bahru ju kueh of late, so i hadn't really tried a wide variety. But i swear if there was coke and diet coke, then the cai po i ate today is diet cai po, 'nuff said.