When life is hard, days are dull, I like to take a walk around.
Take a sit at the coffee shop, order an ordinary bowl of fishball noodles and just enjoy the simple things of my existence.
The hand made noodles slick with chilli oil, just slightly cooked in boiling fish broth, the added scallions and pork lard that is fried to perfection, the fishball that has the right texture and chewy taste, with just a slight hint of fresh fish and the oh so delicious bowl of soup to complement it all.
Just a little piece of haven in troubled times.
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