Kung Fu Spice (3)

I noticed Dad was smiling, but he had tears in his eyes. Mum had her arm round him.

'After all,' Dad said, 'you have a competition to win - right, son?'

I knew Dad was right. I knew I was good. I could win Young Cook of the Year now. Thanks to Uncle Tong Po I was a real kung fu cook.

With or without kung fu spice.

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