The last thing I probably wanted to do after the 13 hour flight to China was eat. Then again, eating a light meal of homemade won tons was probably the best thing I could have eaten after all that airplane food. It seems like my relatives made thousands of won tons. Clearly, it was a sign of lots of eating to come.
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