Chicken Cooked in Ginger

WE SIT ON COOL GREEN TILES IN MY AUNTY NINE’S LIVING ROOM; A HUGE SHRINE IS ABOVE ME, ALONG WITH A FRAMED PICTURE OF MY UNCLE. NEXT TO HIS PICTURE THERE IS AN OFFERING OF A PLATE OF CHICKEN COOKED IN GINGER, PILED HIGH AND LOOKING DELICIOUS. I FEEL LIKE A CHILD AGAIN; I LICK MY LIPS SECRETLY BUT I KNOW THE RULES – I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL THE INCENSE BURNS OUT, WHICH SYMBOLISES THAT UNCLE HAS FINISHED, AND ONLY THEN AM I ALLOWED TO EAT.