Have You Ever Tasted This?
The quiet man shares Grandma's old dish
One quiet afternoon, the gray-haired man came early.
He sat at his table by the window.
But today, he carried a small covered dish.
He put the dish on the wooden table.
"Have you ever tasted this?" he asked me .
I looked at the dish and shook my head.
"No, I have never tasted this before," I said.
He opened the , and warm steam came out.
Inside was a sweet egg dish with soft rice.
"Your grandmother made this for me long ago," he said.
"Cooking this was her special ," he added quietly.
Eating her food always made him feel young again.
"Have you ever missed someone this much?" he asked.
"Yes, I have," I answered with wet eyes.
Missing my grandmother has been hard every single day.
He taught me the step by step slowly.
I have never seen this dish in her book.
Learning it from him felt like a warm .
"Have you ever cried while cooking?" he asked kindly.
"Yes, many times," I said with a small laugh.
Tasting the egg dish brought her back to me.
For the first time, the quiet man smiled .
Sharing this food has made us good friends now.