"Do you want a warm tea, Bu?" Mak Ijah asked. "Yes, just a warm tea," I replied.
"Do you have to pay to sell here, Bu?"
While enjoying the chicken soup, I chatted with Mak Ijah.
Slightly ignoring Mindful Eating. But this was intentional, and I also observed the portion. Even the taste, I observed carefully and relished it to the fullest. Uh...
"If you want to set up a permanent stall, you need permission, Bu. You have to go to the village. But if you just set up a table and display your goods, you don't need permission."
"That's how it is, Bu. The stall across the street doesn't need permission. It's from Telukbetung, so the selling isn't permanent."
"If you need permission from the city major, you also need to have an ID card," Mak Ijah explained.
Meanwhile, I listened while enjoying the chicken soup. The rice wasn't too soft, but it balanced well with the savory chicken soup, so it was somewhat disguised.
It was delicious, as I finished it all. The seasoning was just right. Not too sweet, combined with the crispy fried tempeh, it tasted harmonious.
Uh... what about families? Many families are hit by infidelity. They lose to chicken soup, which can be harmonious. Hohoho... what's the connection?
"It seems like today isn't too busy, right, Bu?" I asked.
