seems zero talent seeing the unkempt auntie scooping up the oil, chili, dark soya into your bowl ungracefully. your plated bowl looks somewhat unpresentable and you question that bowl of nothingness except for the brown pinkish stained liquid. but hey, toss it, toss it till a black mess ensue and take in one mouth. now you know, is not talent therelackof, is not how pretty the outside looks but a sincere taste and the way of prawn noodles from this very unassuming stall that started since the 1940s.