The roller-coaster emotions of the day kept him off balance but had worked up his appetite. His brain was numb but his stomach growled. ….
He imagined a big bowl of hand-pulled noodles, beef lai meen, and a side of spicy tofu at one of the Fukienese soup shack on Eighth Avenue. A round of cold beers from the fridge couldn't hurt either, he thought, urging the Mustang home through the waking neon colours of the Bowery.
from Lucky by Henry Chang (2017). Highly Recommended.
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