Shrimp sauce

In my memory, ever since I was little, my mother was not well, often fainted and needed bedtime. It is now known only because nutrition does not keep up with low blood sugar. But we kids didn't know. We were worried. Dad is a man who loves his wife and son, and he cooks every time his mother faints. Despite all the craftsmanship, Dad was trying to make us eat better. So the first time I remember eating my dad's noodles was in winter. She cooked cabbage with shrimp sauce that she couldn't make, cooked a pot of noodles for us, and fried her eggs. I remember that fried egg, and every child of ours got a little piece. It was delicious! Today, life is so good that it tastes like a mountain, and Dad's sick is no different from a vegetable, and Mom's stomping, old-fashioned. It's hard to look at them every day. I want to be a kid