It’s the Malatong bowl, full of self-chosen veggies and tofu. The fried rice she makes, even while tired at the end of a work day.

It’s those little times together watching “Friends” while eating dinner, or lunch on a cloudy Saturday afternoon. The long train rides to the karaoke place. The dinner dates at nearby vegan cafes.

With so much uncertainty about the future, sometimes her bowls of fried rice are enough to keep us going.

Is that such a bad thing?