Vasha & The Iron Wok

The wok is older than she is — cast iron, black with forty years of oil, heavy enough that most people need both hands to lift it. Vasha carried it off a storm-battered island and across an ocean to open a twelve-seat restaurant in a city that never asked her to come. Tonight there are twelve men standing in her doorway, and the wok is the only thing between them and the people eating behind her.V...