Family-bonding time last Sunday took place over not one but two charcoal-fired steamboats. Because when one loves fish as much as my parents do, choosing between pomfret and grouper is impossible.
Besides the differing fish, everything else was identical. That is, the steamboats were chockfull of Chinese cabbage, “tang o”, yam pieces and seaweed.
The broth in both were equally delicious. Speaking of which, my parents’ habit is to only add on a little each time whenever the staff come around with the soup kettles. They like to stretch out the concentration of the original soup in which all the ingredients were simmered in.

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