Got to eat again in Su Zhou, a chinese restaurant in Malate. The last time we ate there was over a year ago. It got closed for renovation sometime in February, then the lockdown caught up to it. The restaurant has two great features: good food, and very few people really eat there, so less chances of dying.

Other than me and Sonny Lee there were two young doctors who, based on our adept eavesdropping, were probably fam med residents ranting about their seniors. There were also two sweaty guys in biking helmets, gorging on yang chow fried rice, siomai, and roast beef.

While sipping the boiling soup of our xiao long bao, one of the biker guys suddenly coughed, and by reflex we looked at him. And he looked at us, a sheepish smile on his face. “Nasamid lang! Nasamid lang!” he insisted. We rapidly ate our food and ran the hell out of there.

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