Inspector Zang and the disappearing drugs

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Inspector Zhang smiled fondly at his wife as she placed his kaya toast in front of him. Kaya could be bought in a bottle in any supermarket but Mrs. Zhang made it herself, slow cooking coconut milk, eggs, sugar vanilla and a hint of pandan leaves, using a recipe that had been handed down from her grandmother. She spread it on a slice of wholemeal toast with a little butter and served it with a soft-boiled egg, just the way he liked it. "You make the best kaya toast in Singapore," he said.

"You can buy it in McDonald's these days," she said.

"You can buy many things in McDonald's but nothing they sell comes close to your cooking," said Inspector Zhang.

"Such sweet talk," she said, blushing prettily and sitting down opposite him. She poured more coffee into his cup.

Inspector Zhang took a bite out of his toast and sighed with contentment. "I would have married you for this toast alone," he said.

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