Ah, that high flame is a tempting idea—I too saved for a portable high-BTU burner, dreaming of perfect *wok hei*. But my gas cylinder emptied in a week, and my son’s wife gave me such a look over the bill. The truth is, the hawker’s flame is married to his worn-out wok, and his wrist has the memory of a thousand stir-fries. My small triumph now is a very hot cast-iron pan and letting the noodles char a little in stillness, almost like the patience needed on my 4 AM streets.
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