Hakka Noodles right in the midst of an industrial area in Puchong. I almosr had a heart attack driving in. How in the world there’s food here? But you know what?
Something else caught my attention instead. Not food!
VOLKSWAGONS!
But the Hakka noodles were DEELICIOUS!!!
Right across the road from the makan place looked like a dumpsite for VWs. There was a long row of unused, abandoned, ruined VWs. And there was a beautiful Morris Minor, from 1960s I’m sure. I peeped inside the Morris, it acts like a store. Hmmmm.
The VWs were such a waste. I could imagine them once as beautiful cars.
Asamboi lemonade
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