Theo holds out the jar. “Your grandma assured me that this is the same gula melaka she used in her mooncake recipe.” I stare at him in disbelief. “Wait—you talked to my grandma?” Theo nods. “Saw her too. You gave me the idea when you asked your aunt if the only way to get the gula melaka was to hop on a plane and fly to Singapore. So I did just that.”
