Youheng Zhong

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Articles by Youheng Zhong

She is making noodles for herself. The water bubbles and boils like the laugh of a child and the thick udon noodles swirl slightly in the pot. She portions out a generous chunk of the stew, making sure to pick out the sharp bony pieces. The smell of chili oil and tender beef fills the tiny apartment, wrapping around her like a familiar embrace.