Hai Wuliang's first taste of spicy pepper soup came on a stormy night fifteen years ago. Thunder rolled and ru…
Hai Wuliang's first taste of spicy pepper soup came on a stormy night fifteen years ago. Thunder rolled and rumbled like someone pounding drums right next to his ear, and it was hard to tell if it was thunder, rain, or a raging flood. Had the Khitan invaded the city yet? He didn't know. How long had it been since the last time he had a hot meal? He couldn't remember. All he knew was that night, everyone tossed whatever they could find into a big pot and kept it boiling. Chief Zhu added some pepper to the mix. Hai Wuliang brought the first bowl to Chief Zhu, who said it was delicious and even smiled at him.