A bamboo basket opens with a sigh,
As Dim Sum clouds reflect a morning sky.
With translucent skins and shrimp hidden deep,
Where culinary secrets safely sleep.
The Peking Duck, with skin of amber glass,
Is sliced with skill as golden moments pass.
In thin pancakes with hoisin's dark embrace,
It brings a smile to every diner's face.
Then comes the wok, a dragon breathing fire,
To toss the Chow Mein as the flames leap higher.
With ginger, garlic, and a splash of soy,
Each tangled noodle is a string of joy.
In Sichuan bowls, the Mapo Tofu glows,
A numbing heat that everyone well knows.
The peppercorn, a spark upon the tongue,
A spicy song that's beautifully sung.
From Xiaolongbao with soup trapped inside,
To Mooncakes where the lotus pastes reside.
A thousand years of flavor in one bite,
To guide the weary traveler through the night.