Oyster Omelette - Names

Names

In the Chinese language, "oyster omelette" is known by various names in different geographical areas.

Chinese name Pronunciations in different spoken variations Geographical areas that use such a name
蚵仔煎 In Taiwanese: ô-á-chian
In Hakka: hao jien
In Mandarin: kézǎi jiān		 Taiwan and part of Fujian
蚝煎 In Cantonese: hou4 dzin1
In Mandarin: háo jiān
In Teochew: oh-luak
In Hokkien: o-chian		 Malaysia and Singapore
牡蛎煎 In Mandarin: mǔlì jiān most areas of mainland China
煎蠔餅 In Cantonese: dzin1 hou4 beng2
In Teochew: Oh Luak
In Hakka: hao jien biang
In Mandarin: jiān háobǐng		 Hong Kong, Macau and nearby area in Guangdong
蠔仔餅 In Cantonese: hou4 zai2 beng2
In Teochew: add Teochiu pronunciation here
In Hakka: hao zhai jien biang
In Mandarin: háozǎi bǐng		 Hong Kong, Macau and nearby area in Guangdong
蠔仔煎 In Cantonese: hou4 zai2 dzin1
In Teochew: oh-luak
In Hakka: add Hakka pronunciation here
In Mandarin: háozǎi jiān		 Hong Kong, Macau and nearby area in Guangdong
蠔烙 in Chiu Chow Restaurants e.g. in the US

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