Four meals arrive, each one a delight,  
First, sweet ginger tofu, gentle and light,  
Tender whispers wrapped in flavors so kind,  
Nurturing warmth, a love intertwined.  

Next, the fire, bold and ablaze,  
A meal full of passion, igniting the days,  
Spicy and fierce, it crackles with might,  
A reminder of strength, a dance in the night.  

Then comes the coconut milk, cool and fresh,  
A soothing embrace, like a soft, summer mesh,  
Refreshing and light, it flows like a breeze,  
A taste of the calm in the warm evening’s ease.  

Lastly, sweet bread from family’s hand,  
A slice of home where warmth takes its stand,  
Golden and soft, like a sweet night’s embrace,  
In every bite, love finds its place.