"Mum, no more fat pork, please. It's bad for your health."

"I like it."

"But doctor said "

"Stop what doctor and bla, bla, bla. I've been tired of your summon. I like it. That's all."

This dispute between my mother and my grandma repeats itself again and again over our dinner table. No matter how harmonious their relationship is, neither will give in her own advocating when speaking of food.

My grandma, a 73-year-old typical Chinese old lady, is keen on thick flavored foods, such as meat, internal organs and preserved food. However, my mother, a mid-aged urban professional, who enjoys vegetables and fruits, always keeps a critical eye on grandma's recipe. This offend the grandma greatly:" Am I, the patriarch, restricted from what I like? No, better died than banned from my favorites." I used to gave this motto to mother as an...