Mr. Ping: Noodles? You were really dreaming about noodles?
Po: Yeah. What else would I be dreaming about?
[hands a customer a bowl of soup with a throwing star in it]
Po: Oh, careful, that soup is... sharp.
Mr. Ping: Oh, happy day! My son finally having the noodle dream! This is a sign, Po!
Po: Uh, a sign of what?
Mr. Ping: You are almost ready to be entrusted with the secret ingredient of my secret ingredient soup. And then you will fulfill your destiny and take over the restaurant just as I took it over from my father, who took it over from his father, who won it from a friend in a game of mahjong!