On a cozy, quiet afternoon, the kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of simmering gourd soup. Uncle Phong, with his sleeves rolled up and a gentle smile on his face, stirred the pot with care. He knew this soup wasn’t just any meal — it was Bibi’s favorite, especially when he wasn’t feeling his best.
Little Bibi sat patiently at the table, his big eyes following every move Uncle Phong made. The warm smell of the broth, flavored with tender gourd slices, a hint of garlic, and soft tofu, made his tummy rumble with excitement. Though he didn’t say a word, the look on his face said it all — he couldn’t wait to taste it!
After one final stir, Uncle Phong gently ladled the steaming soup into a small bowl and placed it in front of Bibi. “Careful, it’s hot,” he said kindly, setting a spoon beside it. Bibi gave a happy little clap and leaned forward, sniffing the delicious steam.
He took a careful first sip — and his eyes sparkled. The taste was warm, soothing, and full of love. Each spoonful made him feel better, not just because it was nourishing, but because he knew it was made just for him. Uncle Phong sat nearby, watching with quiet joy as Bibi slowly finished the bowl.
After he was done, Bibi leaned over and gave Uncle Phong a soft hug. No words were needed — the smile on Bibi’s face and the calm in his heart said everything.
That day, gourd soup became more than just food. It became a symbol of care, comfort, and the special bond between Bibi and Uncle Phong — a reminder that the simplest meals, when made with love, are always the most meaningful.
