I really like when my parents say nice things about each other.
A few months ago, talking with my dad while walking down a street in Argentina. (All the following conversations were in Mandarin, and I've translated them.)
Me: "Mom is the best cook of chinese food that I've ever encountered, except professional chefs. I've never gone to anyone's house and been served a chinese meal that tastes better than my mom's cooking."
Dad: "That's true. Sometimes when I see a mediocre Chinese restaurant, I don't even go in, because their cooking won't be as good as your mom's."
Me: "爸， 你捞着了! (Dad, you really lucked out!) Did you know Mom was such a good cook before you got married?"
Dad: "No. In fact, I didn't realize for years after we got married. I thought everyone else's wife was just as good."
Me: "How did you figure out the truth?"
Dad: "XXX [name of relative] invited us to dinner. She clearly spent a lot of time preparing, but it couldn't compare to your mom's food. Then another relative invited us, and the same thing happened. That's when I realized."
Me: "You get to eat restaurant-quality food every day. That's so fortunate!"
Dad: "恩, 不错。 [Yup, not bad.]"
At lunch in Irvine today, with my brother.
Me: "I think Dad's basic need out of marriage is to have someone cook a good meal for him twice a day."
Tom: "Whenever I call him, he always ends by saying, 'I gotta go. 你妈给我做了两菜一汤 (Your mom has cooked me two dishes and a soup.)' He doesn't just say 'I gotta go.'"
Me: "Hee hee. That's so adorable."