A Tale Of Wonton Noodles | by Arial Cheng
The story will be tracked back to over 10 years ago. It was about the wonton noodles that my grandfather and I used to have together when he wanted to go to the market in the Guomao community. A few years later, I moved out of the community then started living with my mother.
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From that day on, whenever I went to a noodle shop, I would try to order wonton noodles to see if the taste was similar to the one I had with my grandfather, but they never were. Until, in 2019, I returned to the Guomao community, trying to face this "matter", and I did find the shop. However, the shop was not open at the time. Suddenly, a thought went through my mind, which told me that perhaps, not having these wonton noodles again might be the most beautiful design for me.
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After getting this idea, I left the Guomao community and felt some kind of relief. Everyone may have something, someplace, or someone deep down in their heart or memory. So take some time to find those things, go to those places or meet these people, even if these people and things are no longer there anymore. But you should still go on bravely.