A pot of tomato-red broth comes to the table still bubbling, smelling of fermented fruit and mountain citrus — and the sourness lands at the back of your throat, because nothing in this soup ever came from a vinegar bottle.
阅读全文 →The bowl is the size of a washbasin and the steam rising off it smells like a vinegar factory caught fire. You’re in Chengdu. It’s 9pm on …
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阅读全文 →You walk into a restaurant on Yulin West Road in Chengdu and the first thing that hits you isn’t the noise or the heat. It’s the smell — …
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