Simple Life, Simple Food

I grew up in one of those pre-war four-storey tenement buildings on Tang Lung Street at the junction of Wanchai and Causeway Bay, a relatively poor neighborhood. My family of ten (including my parents, two siblings and myself, two celibate unemployed uncles, a grandma and two long-time dependants who volunteered as domestic helpers) lived in a two-bedroom-turned-four-plus-attic unit on the fourth floor. Compared to other households in those buildings, which normally housed three to four families in one unit, we were considered the better off type.

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