2013年10月28日 星期一

Practicing My Poor English (10)

Uncle Zoeng was very old, but he was strong.
He lived in the new suburb.
Everybody there knew him.
Everyday he woke up early in the morning and strolled in the neighbourhood.
He liked exercise.
In the evening, children living in the suburb played on the lawn.
When they saw uncle Zoeng, they would ask him to tell stories.

On a dusty road, my uncle was driving to Lau Fau San at high speed in a car of light apricot colour.
There were old-fashioned tea booths and garden-like restaurant in Lau Fau San.
Many visitors went there to eat oysters in the holiday.
Lau Fau San was the only place farming oysters in Hong Kong.
When we were in a restaurant, a waiter served us a pot of famous tea and asked what we would like to have.
While we were drinking tea, my uncle said: 'Oysters are tasty. Its flesh is soft and smooth. Long time ago, the literary giant Su Dong Po was degraded to be an official of Hainan Island. In an oyster feast his friend held, Su said: "Oysters in this place are delicious. Don't let the officials of imperial court know that. I don't want to share with them."'
Hearing my uncle talking cheerfully, the owner of the restaurant came to greet us and asked me: 'Boy, do you know how we get the oysters?'
Then a man with bushy eyebrows and a high forehead appeared at a slow pace.
'I bred the oysters you're eating,' the man put in. 'You won't believe that I breed oysters with stone, will you?'
It was very curious.
'Breed with stone?' my uncle said. 'I would like to know more about that.'
'I'm not telling lies,' the man said with a loud voice. 'We mix oyster shells, stones and cement to make something like tiles. While the tide is in, we throw them to the shallow marine water. While the tide is out, we'll put them in order. The smell of oyster shells attract young oysters. They'll come and attach to the stuff. Finally they'll be glued to it by a sticky liquid for the rest of their life. It's a long time for the little oyster growing into the size favourable for eating - about 3 years and 4 months.'
After his speech, we nodded.

6 則留言:

  1. I like the story of breeding oysters told by the man。

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    1. Unfortunately the man is married.

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    2. 哈哈,百了想到哪裡去!?
      喜歡故事內容與說故事的人結婚與否,毫不相干!

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  2. I am pleased that you have changed your gastronomic preference from goose to oyster. Here's a salute to your from the web-footed world.

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