When I was in kindergarten, my great-grandma (Ah Chor) would carry me or hold my hand, and walk to the Cheng San wet market every morning (it was way bigger before the latest renovation) to shop for groceries, as we only lived a few blocks away. Once we were done, Ah Chor liked to spoil me with a bowl of cold Cheng Tng from this particular stall. I remember constantly complaining that I wanted Ice Kachang instead, because there was no "atap chi" in the boring Cheng Tng. She never once gave in to me. However, an incident happened that changed my view of the unassuming Cheng Tng. There was once when my Ah Chor needed to look for loose change to pay for the vegetables. She let go of my hand, and I was tempted to go get the Ice Kachang by myself. 😅 While she was distracted, I braved the morning market crowd, and made a beeline for the dessert stall. To my greatest horror, I failed to find the stall despite running a few rounds (I forgot to mention that I was only six years old). That was when the reality that I had lost my Ah Chor hit me. I cried, and shouted, "I want Cheng Tng and I want Ah Chor!" hysterically in Chinese. After a few minutes of drama, somebody grabbed my hand. There stood the Cheng Tng auntie, coaxing me to stop crying with a bowl of ice cold Cheng Tng. I wasn't sure why, but I felt secure seeing her. The boring Cheng Tng that I took for granted suddenly became super sweet and comforting. And yes, Ah Chor managed to find me in the end. Ah Chor is no longer around, but I went back to the stall with my grandma and mum recently. I was so glad to see the auntie still selling the same desserts, served in the same yellow bowl with the same metal spoon. We had a brief chat with her, and laughed about the above incident that happened 22 years ago. Of course, we had to order her legendary Cheng Tng — the magical dessert that had the power to calm the nerve of a "lost" child. #hawkerpedia 春寶, Chun Bao Dessert Stall. #01-136 Opening hours: not fixed