Fuzzy and I often shout, "Huat ah!" at the most inappropriate times, just to crack each other up. For the uninitiated, "Huat ah" means, to prosper. And CNY is definitely the perfect time to be punctuating sentences with the Hokkien phrase.
My little one in his CNY outfit and ang-pow bag.
This year's festivities are extra special because our Aunt and Uncle are back from Vancouver for their first visit in three years. So Chubbs spent a good part of his time, following his new friend, Yee Sook Gong (GrandUncle) around the house and playing.
With Yee Sook Gong and Grandpa.
Our big family dinner was held at Tung Lok Classics at Orchard Parade Hotel, and Chubbs surprisingly enjoyed his meal as much as we did ours. He had some double-boiled white lotus soup with rice, some snow peas, and deep-fried whitebait. He even liked the juice shot provided at the end, which supposedly aids digestion after a heavy meal.
Chubbs was the only one who appreciated the beetroot and green apple concoction.
