When he steadfastly avoids relationships, his mother takes matters into her own hands and returns to Vietnam to find him the perfect bride.Īs a mixed-race girl living in the slums of Ho Chi Minh City, Esme Tran has always felt out of place. His family knows better-that his autism means he just processes emotions differently. Well, he feels irritation when people move his things or contentment when ledgers balance down to the penny, but not big, important emotions-like grief. “Speaking of THE BRIDE TEST, I loved it so much. She scooped Bún bò Huế into three bowls: two big and one small, added lime slices, and carried them carefully over to a tree stump by the log where Party was perched.

“No, Silly, fish sauce! Not fish snacks!” giggled Cuddle. “We just had fish snacks the other day, remember? I loved them!” said Xiaolong. I hope it’s good!” Cuddle shifted nervously from side to side.

I had all this fish sauce saved up and reading that scene where Esme used it in her recipe made me want to try to make it myself. After I read THE BRIDE TEST, I couldn’t stop thinking about this soup. “Oh, hi, Xiaolong, come over here! I looked up the recipe for an authentic Bún bò Huế. The steam wafted up from the pot towards Cuddle’s face as Party sat peacefully on a log behind her, awaiting dinner. She wandered in the direction of the scent to find Cuddle huddled over the fire with a ladle in her paw, stirring what looked to be an orange colored soup filled with noodles, sprouts, and various meats. “Mmm,” she mused, “I wonder what’s cooking. One evening around dinner time at the Pond, Xiaolong smelled a rich, delectable aroma of something slightly tangy and warm.

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