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Silk Tong smiled. “Then let his daughter cook. Or is the blood of the Long family as weak as their fire?”

Together, mother-daughter rhythm—no, master-student. Hu fed the flame with splashes of aged shao xing wine. Fang flipped the wok in a figure-eight motion. The fire turned gold, then orange, then red like a sunset. When they served it, steam rose in the shape of a phoenix. fylm Kung Fu Chefs 2009 mtrjm awn layn - fydyw lfth

Fang brought it to Master Long Wei, who had been carried outside on a bamboo chair, barely conscious. The old man lifted a spoon. Tasted. A single tear rolled down his wrinkled cheek. Silk Tong smiled