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In the center of the bowl, clear, hot water, like a gentle stream at the source, embraces the square block of noodles – a small, golden island of tightly curled, firm strands, refusing to succumb to the power of the steam. The pale yellow of the golden-fried noodles reflects the dim light, like a flooded early morning rice field, with only the undulating peaks of the waves rising above the surface.

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