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“We finally made it!” I said as I stumbled out of the car.
We had finally arrived at my favourite hawker centre. It
is located right outside the Cove LRT station.

Although it is not as popular as other hawker centres
in the heart of Singapore, it was my favourite for its
duck rice, which was always paired with cucumbers and
a mysterious sweet and sour sauce that melts in your
mouth.

But this time, I wanted to try something new. So I let
my dad order for the family. Hawker Centre serves as
a vibrant social environment in which we can chit-chat.
I found myself putting down my phone to talk to my
siblings while we waited for our meal.
A few minutes later, our table was served with an array I was eating at a relentless pace, gobbling every tasty
of gastronomical delights that made me drool. morsel with glee. I finally got to my usual, fragrant butter
chicken served on a bed of fluffy basmati rice and a bowl
Although I was not hungry, it felt as if my stomach had of thick, tangy laksa noodles accompanied by jumbo
created a space just for the feast in front of me. prawns.

I grabbed my spoon, scooped a spoonful of rice, and After eating to my heart’s content, my belly was finally
shoved it into my mouth. Then my attention shifted to complete and contented.
the plate of chicken, the centrepiece. It was adorned
with flowers and garnishing that just made the chicken Hawker culture is the glue of our society. The affordably
look even more appetising. As I took a bite, my face lit priced dishes cater to people of all walks of life.
up. It tasted even better than it looked.
“From herbal roast duck to butter chicken and
The scrumptious spread of dishes in front of me looked laksa, every dish at the hawker centre filled
almost too good to be true.
more than my stomach — it filled my heart
To top it all off, the chilli crab almost begged to be eaten. with joy and connection.”
Of course, I could not resist taking a bite.

Lion Anna
P6.2
North Spring Primary School

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