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Po : Sorry, dad.
Dad : Sorry doesn't make the noodles. What were you doing up there? All that
noise?
Po : Oh nothing...just uh....had a crazy dream.
Dad : About what? What were you dreaming about?
Po : What was I… uh…I was dreaming about...uh…noodles.
Dad : Noodles? You were really dreaming about noodles?
Po : Uh...Yeah. What else would I be dreaming about? Oh careful, that soup is...sharp!
Dad : Oh, happy day! My son finally having the noodle dream! You don’t know how
long I have been waiting for this moment. This is a sign, Po!
Po : Uh...A sign of what?
Dad : You are almost ready to be entrusted with the
secret ingredient of my secret ingredient soup. And then you will fulfill
your destiny and take
over the restaurant
just as I took it over from my father who took it over from his father who won
it from a friend in a game of mahjong.
Po : Dad, dad,dad, it was just a dream.
Dad : No, it was THE dream. We are noodle
folk. Broths run though our veins.
Po : But dad, didn't you ever...I dunno...wanna do something else? Something
besides noodles?
Dad : Actually, when I was young and crazy, I thought about running away and
learning about how to make tofu.
Po : So why didn't you?
Dad : Oh because it was a stupid dream! Can you imagine me making tofu? Ha ha
ha…tofu! No! We all have our places in this world and mine is here and yours
is...
Po : I know...is here.
Dad : No, it's a table 2, 5, 7 and 12. Service
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