Lay Ho Ma??

"Ahhhh..."

I shift a little, folding my knees into my chest, readjusting my head on the couch's arm.

"Eeee..."

With my eyes closed, I hear football fans chanting faintly in the background.

"Ngaaw..."

Lifting one eyelid, I see him sitting on the couch in front of me, curled over a tiny book.

"Tzchhhh..." he continued, contorting his thick lips in the best way he could.

Grumbling, I stirred in my half-sleep, wondering what the hell those sounds were, and why they were disturbing my very peaceful rest after filling my tummy with brussel sprouts and pea soup. Slowly, it dawned on me: C was practicing his Cantonese.