Every time I go over to my parents house they act like I don't ever eat anything. They always cook a bunch of food and have my favorite snacks on hand like this nem. I'm not complaining by the way. I’ve learned that this is my parent’s love language. We don't say I love you. It actually makes me uncomfortable to say to anyone unless to my nieces and nephews but the love is definitely translated in the food. The first thing they always ask if we talk on the phone or if we see each other in person is if I've eaten anything yet that day. On this visit, they made me some beer steamed Seafood, chicken salad, tuna and salmon served Sashimi style and of course some beef pho. What's your parent’s love language?