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“You look like your father,” Hu said, not looking up from the ice bath he was using to numb his knuckles.

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Hu Jin stood still for a long time. Then he took out a small jar—moldy pickled mustard greens. Twenty years old. “The night of the fire,” he said quietly, “I was angry at Master Long because he refused to let me cook this dish. My mother’s recipe. He said I wasn’t ready. I proved him right by burning his kitchen.” “You look like your father,” Hu said, not