I didn't learn 'Chinamaxxing' on TikTok — my Chinese mom taught me. Here are 4 habits I still swear by.

Growing up in Hong Kong, I followed these habits long before they had a name. My mom talked constantly about balance: hot versus cold foods, drying your hair before bed, and the little miracles of White Flower Oil.

Watching the internet embrace these traditions made me reflect. Some explanations oversimplify centuries-old practices — feng shui isn't just moving your desk, and traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) isn't just a trendy tea. But the curiosity feels genuine.

Here are four simple things my mom taught me years ago that I still swear by.

Growing up, my mom would reach for a tiny bottle of White Flower Oil, a concentrated ointment, whenever my brother or I complained about tummy aches.

A dab of the concentrated herbal ointment — that has a sharp smell that combines menthol, eucalyptus, and a hint of lavender — on my belly, temples, or behind my ears, and relief would follow almost instantly.

Today, I carry a small bottle whenever I travel and keep one at my bedside.

It's also a staple for motion sickness, muscle aches, or even mild stomach pain.

My mom had firm rules about drinks. Hong Kong summers are stifling — often 90 degrees Fahrenheit and humid — yet anything cold in the morning was discouraged.

In TCM, hot water is believed to support digestion and circulation, while cold drinks can "shock" the body and disrupt internal balance.

Switching to hot water first thing in the morning may sound trivial, but it transformed my mornings. My energy feels steadier, my stomach calmer, and I start the day feeling grounded instead of jolted awake.

I used to brush off her advice, but after seeing my friends do the same, I began incorporating it into my routine in my late teens.

To think she was right all along.

"You'll get sick!" my mom would yell every time I tried to crawl into bed with damp hair.

I used to roll my eyes, but now, decades later, I have to admit she was right. Sleeping with wet hair often leaves me stiff, chilled, and inexplicably irritable — not just uncomfortable, but subtly disruptive to my body's rhythm and sleep quality.

For me, blow-drying signals closure: a pause at the end of the day and a small act of respect for my body. By keeping warm and dry before bed, I wake up more rested, my muscles looser, and my mind calmer.

I remember heading off to university in the UK and asking my future British flatmates in a group chat whether anyone was bringing a rice cooker. "What's that?" they replied. "We just boil rice in a pan." I was stunned. When I moved in, I quickly realized I couldn't live without one. It makes the rice taste better.

And my rice cooker isn't just for rice. My mom taught me it's perfect for complete meals: chicken, vegetables, and rice all in one pot. The magic isn't just convenience — steaming keeps food tender, flavorful, and healthy, locking in nutrients while reducing oil. It's practical, too, with fewer pots to scrub.

It's heartening to see these traditions embraced more widely. For me, they've always been simple acts of care; practical, grounding habits shaped by generations before us.