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Chiaotzu had always loved cooking. The fun of experimenting with ingredients, of figuring out combinations that went together. Building meals from their component parts, constructing something new and delicious. Well, usually delicious. Not everything went together, after all.
Practicing his art, experiencing culinary highs and lows. Every year, he cooked Tien's favourite. A thank you for the sacrifices he'd made. For the freedom they shared. A recreation of the first meal he'd cooked. Simple noodles tossed through a soy sauce base. Thin slivers of caramelised onion mixed through. Simple and warming and delicious.
After all this time, still their favourite.