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t first glance, 81-year-old hawker Peng Ah Bah appears too frail for his laborious job. He’s completely hunched over as he potters around his neat, sparse stall in Taman Jurong, where he sells chwee kueh every day from 6am. The traditional Teochew snack consists of soft steamed rice cakes, topped with savoury chye poh (preserved turnips) and chilli.
A stall with no name
Ah Bah’s stall has no name. Its signboard is emblazoned with the generic Chinese words for chwee kueh (which is why his regulars simply call it “Taman Jurong chwee kueh”). When 8days.sg dropped by the stall, we were greeted by the surprisingly robust elderly man, who took our order by heartily booming in Hokkien: “How many you want?” We repeated ourselves a couple of times, ’cos uncle is a little hard of hearing.
But when we requested to take his photo, a pleased Ah Bah sprang up from his hunched posture, pulled down his mask and placed his hands assertively on his counter. “Come, come take my photo,” beamed our twinkly-eyed model. “Wah, he must be damn havoc last time,” our dining companion muttered.
https://www.8days.sg/eatanddrink/81...-chwee-kueh-at-taman-jurong-from-6am-13843494