Smelled a dead corpse lately?

Just had a rather peculiar conversation with my dad, which sorta explains where I inherited my weird and dry sense of humour from.

Me: Pa, not sure if you still remember, but I've brought some century eggs back with me during my visit earlier this year.

Dad: Ya, what about them?

Me: There's mold growing on the outer straw coating, you reckon they are still edible?

Dad: Well, just have a sniff after you peeled the eggs and you'll know! If it smells like dead corpses, it's not edible.

Me: How would I know? I've never smelled a dead person before!

Dad: You'll know when you smell it,.... (long pause). What are you cooking anyway?

Me: Century egg with minced pork porridge.

Dad: ......... ( can imagine the sweat drop on his forehead)

The conversation ended in a pretty awkward manner, it just showed how much faith as well my dad has towards my cookery skills,......

The eggs smelled fine, and two hours after testing a bowl of my "disgusting porridge", I still live to blabber.