A family recipe,
four chapters.
Every fold carries thirty-five years of memory. Each card below is a chapter in how a grandmother's technique became a table worth reserving.

Grandmother's Hands
Nanxiang, Shanghai
Chen Lihua learned the eighteen-pleat fold from her mother on a wooden board worn smooth by forty years of dough. The fold isn't decorative — each pleat traps a pocket of air that collapses under steam, pulling the skin tight around the broth.

The Suitcase
Migration & Memory
One bamboo steamer. Three recipe notebooks. A photograph of the Nanxiang shop. Everything else could be replaced.

Six Seats
The First Counter
The original Fold was six stools at a kitchen counter. No menu — just whatever was steaming. The line formed before the door opened.

The Menu
Every Filling, a Decision
Classic pork & ginger. Black truffle & wagyu. Crab roe in season. Dessert: osmanthus & wolfberry. The skin never changes. The broth never changes. Everything else is curiosity.
