Mom cooking and watching me

(by My Mom)

When my Mom was cooking dinner, sometimes she would put me next to her on a little seat above the coal storage. Other time she had other ways to handle me, I’ll introduce later.

The coal stove and Chinese stir fry could create a lot of smoke and exhaust. The door (the one that never was able to close up) had to be wide open. The whole kitchen itself was already occupying the public lane space. The open door made it even harder for people to walk through.

Nowadays no one can endure public space being occupied like this, but things were pretty different at that time. Everyone was expanding there home on the lane to get some necessary living space.