The consequence of Chinese New Year dinners

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Well, for the Hubs, that is……

Some of the dishes we had included this red crab meat mince which my mother-in-law said was very, very difficult to make because it involved scrapping out crabmeat from it’s shell before stuffing it all back again. She pricked her fingers several times preparing this dish.

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Chicken mushroom soup with 3 cans of abalone so we could eat as much abalone as we wanted. I really have never had the luxury to eat all the abalone to my heart’s content before but that night, I slept like an abalone, all abaloned out and content.

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Mixed vegetable dish with sea cucumber and tons of mushrooms. This was certainly the culprit dish.

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The legendary prawn dish for laughter all year round.

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Steamed fish to signify abundance and surpluses in our lives……..

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So.

After a voluminous meal, we all went up to our bedrooms eventually to prepare for bed when the farting started. Tee first, then the Hubs, then me, and very soon it became a competition. We were at war, attacking each other with stinky farts as ammunition. Some of us even had the cheek to fart into confined spaces, like under a blanket, and then push a head under. Sneaky, my family, I tell you.

All that fighting finally sent us to Lalaland soon enough but the next morning, the poor Hubs couldn’t wake up to wish everyone Gong Xi Fa Cai!!! Why?

Apparently, he was extremely uncomfortable all night and couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning, feeling hot and farting away with a stomach ache. Every part of the bed seemed uncomfortable and when he finally took the drastic measure of sleeping upside down (head where everyone elses feet were), he was greeted with a silent ’pssssssssssssss………..‘ of the smelliest kind. A sleeping one at that. The hubs? He was immediately comatosed.