Bottled Passion (我的如意狼君/ Ngo Dik Yu Yi Long Gwan)

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Hey, that's enough.

You've been crying for three days.

Granny Shui has been waiting for the delivery of soy sauce.

Take a break, okay? Isn't heaven meant to be kind?

Don't make the elderly wait.

Mom, finish the red date cordial. Wish you a winning steak!

I knew you were kindhearted. You're back to your smiling mood.

Ouch...

Milk Candy?

You don't remember me?

Milk Candy?

You're mistaken.

The friend I'm waiting for has a limp.

I just twisted my foot.

- I'm sorry. - It's all right.

Miss.

Did you see a girl on your way here?

She's about your age with a limp in her left leg.

No.

Thank you.

- Scabby... - Don't play with him.

Milk Candy, why do you look so cross?

Li Ho, they called you 'Scabby' again.

Milk Candy, thanks for helping me apply ointment every day.

My scabies is cured.

Good for you.

But my limp will never go away. I'll be called 'Limp Girl' the rest of my life.

Says who? You will outrun them all.

You've been adopted. Why the pout?

But I can't bear to leave you.

Let me treat you to milk candy.

I can't bear to eat it myself.

- But you can have it. - Thank you.

Milk Candy, I'm leaving tomorrow.

Let's fly one more time.

No one here will fly with me again.

Why not? I'll come back to see you.

What if I get adopted as well?

Then let's make a date.

In ten years. I'll wait for you here in ten years.

What if I go to a faraway place and I don't make it in time?

Then we'll meet in another ten years.

Li Ho, I have a limp. It'll be easy for you to recognize me.

What if you grow into a mustached man? I won't be able to recognize you.

You may not recognize me, but you'll recognize milk candy.

I'll come with a jar of milk candies.

Sum, you're good to us old workers.

Brother Shui's been dead for ten years.

But you still take the long journey here to see me every year.

Granny Shui, I depend on you as taster of my premium soy sauce.

Master Shui passed us his expertise.

We would be failing him if we botched it.

I don't know about others.

But with you in charge of Ka Fook, the soy sauce will be just as good.

Have one.

You know magic?

Thank you.

Your friend's still not here?

She's really late.

Maybe she's not coming?

- I don't know. - You don't know?

Then why are you still waiting here?

We have a date.

She didn't show up ten years ago.

I hope I'll get to see her this time.

You'll... well, the day is not yet over.

If she doesn't show up today, I'll come again in ten years.

Your wish will come true. Goodbye.

Ten years? A meeting every ten years.

What kind of a girl he is waiting for?

What's the story between them?

- Uncles and Auntie Tin. - Sum.

We started without you.

- But we've saved you your portion. - Thank you.

Today is the biweekly feast day. This chicken is really fresh.

Dip it in our double-fermented soy sauce.

They bring out the flavor in each other.

Auntie Tin, where's my darling?

Your darling soy sauce, right away.

And the premium, first press soy sauce. That's available today.

I was expecting that.

You try out every batch of soy sauce before it goes on sale.

- All right, let's dig in. - Dig in.

It doesn't taste right.

Something's wrong with it.

- What? - What?

It tastes weird.

- Indeed, no soybean flavor. - Just salty.

And rancid.

I have to go to the workshop to find out.

- Sum. - Uncle Wong, have you seen my brother?

No, he's probably not back yet.

Call the four elders to the drying yard. I need to talk to them.

All right.

Sum, you asked us to come out here. What is it about?

You look cross.

Four elders, have you tried the batch of soy sauce that was unsealed today?

Have you tried it?

We always take your word for it.

Then let me tell you, it's bad.

If this batch is delivered to clients, our name will go down the drain.

And you can go home for good.

Uncle Kat, you're responsible for cooking the soybean.

What went wrong during the process?

Nothing went wrong. I did everything by the book.

The soybean went in after the water came to a boil.

Then it was left to simmer for six hours in low heat.

I was on constant watch.

Not one popped bean. No burnt beans.

All right.

Uncle Leung, you're responsible for fermentation.

Did you skip any steps?

I followed the steps to the letter.

The flour and cooked soybeans were mixed thoroughly.

The mixture was put out to sun in bamboo sieves.

Windows were opened to allow ventilation when the temperature went up.

Windows were closed when it got windy.

It was left to ferment for three whole days.

All right.

Uncle Tin, your turn.

My job is to put the mixture into pots and add salt.

When the temperature went up, I had the lids taken off for sunning.

When there was a hint of rain, the lids were put back on.

No rain ever got into the pots, believe me.

My job is confined to extracting soy sauce and unsealing.

I had nothing to do with any mishaps.

But you're all veterans.

How could you not be aware of any mishaps?

Hey, honey, is this about our batch of botched soy sauce?

What about our batch of soy sauce?

- Just deny everything, no matter what. - Of course.

Ping is here.

Sum, go ask your brother what went wrong with this batch of soy sauce.

- Sum. - Brother, now I recall.

Mom and I went back to our home village to tend to Pa's grave during Ching Ming.

You ordered that batch of soybean.

Yes, that's true.

It was a batch of premium soybean. I checked it very thoroughly.

Sum, you mean the batch that was unsealed this morning?

I've tried it, very savory.

Your brother is very meticulous. How could he have botched it?

- Ping, Yau, dinner is served. - Good.

- Oh, where's Mother? - Indeed.

Still playing mahjong?

She's having a post-game dinner with her partners.

- We don't have to wait for her. Dig in. - How sumptuous.

Soy sauce chicken, soy sauce goose innards, pan-fried prawn in soy sauce...

It's not a biweekly feast.

Auntie Tin bought them this morning.

Since they were so fresh, I made you a treat.

Good, every time you make us your signature dishes

I can have three bowls of rice.

- Dig in. - Dig in.

- Honey, try the goose intestines. - Thanks.

Sum, with so many dishes, how come you're having congee?

You don't feel well?

I'm fine. I've been shuttling between the shop and factory all morning.

I didn't have time to eat. Now my stomach hurts.

Then you should eat light.

If it gets worse, go to a doctor tomorrow.

Then stick to your congee.

Hubby, have a drumstick.

Save it for yourself.

- I have one here, just enjoy. - Dig in.

- Very delicious. - Indeed.

Yau, what you said is right.

This Ching Ming batch of soy sauce is fine.

I told you so.

You two are enjoying the dishes so much, and there's no aftereffect.

The batch can be sold to customers.

What? You mean the dishes were prepared with the batch unsealed this morning?

I always say you're smart.

But we're fine and the dishes were delicious.

- Right. - Of course.

I was liberal with wine, oil, salt, and sugar in seasoning

to cover up the moldy smell.

But since you suffered no aftereffect, I'm relieved.

- Honey, do you feel it? - What?

My stomach's rumbling.

It's just your imagination, I feel nothing...

Your stomach's rumbling as well?

Oh no...

Hey, honey, me first.

No, go away.

Sum, what are they doing?

They overstuffed themselves. Nothing to worry about.

You're all smiles. You won big?

Look, winnings of four rounds.

The other three were trounced.

So smart.

Now go change. Let me reheat that soup for you as a treat.

Go to bed early and be fully recharged.

You have a Cantonese opera with Fung's mom tomorrow.

Oh yes, I almost forgot.

- The cast is first rate, all famous. - Really?

Now go change.

Ping and Yau will have a long night.

So do I.

I have a very hard and reluctant decision to make tomorrow.