Just had lunch/brunch with Karen who is my two little devils' (Venus and Chloé) mum. 

We talked about travel (her auntie went backpacking for a year in Europe in the 90's), career, kids, etc. After our conversation, I feel even less the urge to start working and being serious. So not assuming my adult life... Why can't I be rich and travel for the rest of my life?

On a happier note, we shared a condensed milk bun.

A whole one is just too fattening for one single person.

It reminds me of my mum who used to prepare this special treat on Sunday mornings (sometimes). I think it's a typical Hong Kong thing.