I t was one of those days when you first arrive in a new place. You drop off your bags at your night’s accommodation and venture into the streets in search of your next adventure. The city was Huangshan in southern Anhui province Tunxi District. We didn’t walk more than two blocks before noticing a small restaurant selling our favourite soup of all time, Wonton Soup.
This Hawker stall turned restaurant is over 100 years old and has perfected this dish. The owner doesn’t speak a lick of English but if being ultra cool was a language then he would be China’s teacher.
We desperately needed to learn this amazing recipe, so we recruited the front desk girl at our hotel as a translator. She convinced the master soup maker to show us his tricks. The three of us kinda took a liking to the attractive interpreter but proved no contest as she was quickly swept off her feet by the restauranteur’s good looks, wit, charm, and flawless soup making ingenuity. We still left with what we came for…the amazing recipe and a full stomach. Our translator didn’t leave with us but claimed that she was staying back for another bowl of soup.