After buying everything he needed at the market, Heath returned to the food truck and began preparing breakfast for the day. Mew lay against his back, watching him cook with curiosity. Heath felt a little helpless. Why did Mew seem to be getting bolder and bolder?
Heath kept feeling that Mew might end up living in his food truck someday. But would that count as him catching Mew? If so, Heath figured a certain boy named Goh would probably be jealous to death.
Still, Heath did not dwell on it. The breakfast he planned to make today was Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles, which had been very famous in China in his previous life. But once Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles left Lanzhou, they generally stopped being authentic. For authentic Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles, you really had to go to Lanzhou; the ones there were the most authentic. Heath had once eaten at a Lanzhou noodle shop while visiting Dongguan, only for the owner to greet him in a thick northeastern accent the moment he walked in.
Heath's heart had sunk a little at the time, but thinking, What if this owner spent years learning in Lanzhou?, he ordered a bowl of Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles anyway. When it arrived, it certainly had that northeastern character: big chunks of beef and a big bowl of noodles. But it lacked the flavor of Lanzhou Beef Noodles. Although he ate his fill, Heath still felt a little disappointed.
It was like drinking tea. Heath wanted fine West Lake Longjing, but the shop served ordinary Tieguanyin instead, even thumping their chest and promising that he could have as much as he wanted. Something would always be missing.
Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles really should not have been called Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles. Heath felt that Lanzhou Beef Noodles was the most accurate