The following conversation had taken place in Hakka.
Ma: What happened to the leftover drinks we served to the guests just now?
Me: I drank it
Ma: *speechless due to utter shock and disgust* .....
Me: What? Don't waste mah...
Ma: Next time hor, DON'T DO THAT ever again. Grandma says that 'moi chai' (girls) who drink leftovers will never get married.
Me: Ah... that explains it.
I can see it already. 10 years ahead, when relatives ask why I'm unattached or unmarried, I can relate this noble act of mine of not wanting to waste food. I'd rather live in a stigmatic life of spinsterhood than to let good edible food to waste.
I'm such a saint.
*standing upright, with the poise of a beauty queen*
FOR WORLD PEACE *the crowd breaks into applause*
