The China Supermarket, just down the road from the Millennium Stadium and bus and railway stations, is without question my favourite place to buy all things oriental. Not only does it stock everything that you could ever dream of in terms of food and cooking equipment, but it's also a peaceful haven, where it's quite feasible to get lost for half a day, down its never-ending aisles. Over the years I've become more familiar with the stock, but when I first starting visiting here, it proved to be quite an education. Several years down the line, and I can still be found pouring over packets, trying to read the fine print in the hope that the names of peculiar and exotic contents will be revealed.
Mr and Mrs Tsang, who own the China Supermarket, are quiet, gentle people. They don't say much, and simply allow you to meander around the shop, filling up your baskets. This is partly due to the fact that this aging couple are reserved and respectful, not wanting to impose themselves, or coerce you into buying anything that you hadn't intended to buy, but there's another reason too. Mr Tsang barely speaks a word of English, and gets by on his smile alone. Mrs Tsang is pretty fluent, but is shy to converse unless she has to. Her accent is strong, and she ends up repeating herself quite often. She must have reiterated the telephone number for their business at least ten times before I was sure that I'd got it right! read more