My son was only three when we were at a Teppan-yaki restaurant in Singapore, being wined & dined by a supplier pursuing my husband’s business. I thought KJ would be fascinated watching the slicing, dicing and grilling going on right in front of him, but he quickly tired of the prawns being butterflied and the Kobe steak falling into perfect slices as blades flashed and flames blazed. Then our chef started the fried rice. Still KJ was unimpressed by the lightening fast mincing of vegetables, the skillful tossing of ingredients into the air, and the way the chef managed to keep the huge pile of rice moving the whole time. But his squirming was suddenly arrested when two large eggs appeared from under the counter; my little egg-lover was suddenly fascinated - by watching an egg fry.
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