Everything starts with love

Twenty years ago, my mother made scallop sauce, fearing that her daughter who could not cook would not eat well in the UK.
Twenty years later, my daughter learned the scallop sauce and wanted to let the young ones who don’t like to eat more meals.

No additives, no preservatives, no ingredients other than scallops are just principles.

The particular thing about this can of scallop sauce is to tear it by hand.

The scallops are big and good enough, and I hope you can chew them with natural sweetness.
Dumplings of scallops are tough. To become silky, you can only be patient and repeat the same procedure.

The man who tears his hands is also the one who keeps thinking.
Stay here, miss there,
Put the strands of thought into the bottle,
Send it to the person who missed it, wanting to add warmth to him,
I want him to have more strength on the way to his dream.

Now, the mother has become a grandma, and the daughter has become a mother.
And the kid who doesn't like to eat has become the little master of the school team.

This love continues to be passed on, the warmth and dreams of many people.