It was nothing but a fling. Something more than a one night stand but not quite enough to be called acquaintances. This was my relationship with KL. It was such a short stay, but I got real intimate with the place. Thanks to Tim. That in the very short and quick 2 days, he managed to show me the potential that KL had.
On our last day, we ate at Xiao Fei Yang. It means Little Fat Kid. Upon entering the restaurant the strong scent of chili and curry in the made sure to every patron what they were getting into. We occupied 2 tables. It was our last day. I noticed that the utensils where all in plastic and wrapped in a shrink wrap plastic. I found it quite odd but did not say anything.
Nic ordered in chinese. The lady who took my order for drinks also tried speaking to me in chinese. We had idle conversation. It was nice getting to know our MY counterparts.
Actually I quite enjoyed the conversation. Our drinks came and I was shocked at the enormity of the glasses. Watermelon shakes and Orange shakes. I ordered some coconut juice, but that was gone quickly. Similar to our shabu-shabu the steamboat was divided into two. One was regular soup. The other was excruciatingly spicy.
I find myself drawn to the spicy. Just the smell alone made my eyes water. I dared not try it yet. But since it was my last night in KL I threw caution to the wind.
