The Hong Kong summer sun beat down on the rooftop of a Kwun Tong industrial building, but under the faded awning of the "Golden Pig" jerky stall, the air was thick with the sweet, salty, savoury perfume of drying meat. Here, amid the industrial fans and rows of glistening, marinated pork, was Pork Jerky’s kingdom. Her real name was Jade Li, but the nickname, given by her formidable grandmother, had stuck. It suited her, she thought. Tough, preserved, practical, and capable of lasting forever.
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Pork Jerky lived her life by a rigid recipe, much like the one for her family’s famous jerky. Certain ingredients, in a certain order, for a certain, guaranteed result. In relationships, the recipe was clear and non-negotiable. Dating was the marination process, a necessary step to assess suitability, but the end goal was always marriage—the final, packaged product. Sex was the sealing of the package, to be done only after the legal and social contract was signed, ensuring no spoilage. Children were the desired outcome, the continuation of the brand. And the man, crucially, had to be the primary provider, the stable, financial fire that would slow-cure their future to perfection.
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This philosophy was a fortress wall, built brick by brick from the rubble of her parents’ marriage. Her father, a charming but feckless taxi driver, had provided little but broken promises and, eventually, a second family in Shenzhen. Her mother, a former beauty, had been left with faded looks, a heart full of bitterness, and a jerky stall to run. Jade had grown up listening to the sizzle of the wok and the simmer of her mother’s regrets. “A man’s love is a flavour that fades, baobei,” her mother would say, her hands deftly turning strips of pork. “But his bank account? That’s a preservative.”
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So, Jade dated accountants, junior bankers, a dentist. She assessed their five-year plans, their property portfolios, their views on international schools. It was a tedious but necessary quality control process. And then, into her orderly world, blew Leo.
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Leo was a breeze from a different ocean altogether. He was a freelance illustrator and part-time ceramics teacher, who had rented the small studio next to the jerky stall to escape the crushing rent of Central. He was all soft edges and easy smiles, his hands perpetually stained with ink or speckled with clay. His financial fire was, at best, a flickering pilot light.
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Their first interaction was over a malfunctioning power outlet they shared. Leo, flustered and holding a dangerously sparking extension cord, had knocked over a tray of freshly marinated pork belly.
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“I am so, so sorry!” he’d gasped, his eyes wide with horror as the precious, soy-sauce-glazed strips slid onto the dusty concrete floor.
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Jade had frozen, a wave of professional fury rising in her throat. This was a loss of inventory. A breach of protocol. But then she looked at his face—not at his cheap, paint-splattered sneakers or his obviously thrift-shop shirt, but at his face. It was open, genuinely apologetic, and creased with a kind of creative worry she’d never seen in her accountant dates.
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“It’s… fine,” she heard herself say, the words foreign on her tongue. “The five-second rule probably doesn’t apply to industrial rooftops.”
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He’d laughed, a warm, unguarded sound that seemed to loosen something tight in her chest. “I’ll replace it. I’ll… buy a whole batch. Once I sell my next series of cat mugs.”
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That was how it began. He did buy a batch, and then became a regular. He’d sit on an upturned crate near his studio door, sketching in a tattered notebook while munching on jerky. He’d show her his drawings—whimsical, slightly melancholic cityscapes where Hong Kong’s skyscrapers had gentle, smiling faces, and dragons curled around telephone wires.
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He called her Jade, never Pork Jerky.
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He asked her about the different spices in the marinade, and listened, truly listened, as she explained the difference between the smoky char siu-style jerky and the fiercer, Szechuan pepper blend. He saw the art in her craft. The men she usually dated saw only a quaint, slightly greasy small business.
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One late afternoon, as a thunderstorm brewed over Victoria Harbour, turning the sky a dramatic purple, Leo was helping her bring in the trays before the rain hit. They worked quickly, a silent, efficient team. As he handed her the last tray, their fingers brushed. A simple, accidental touch. But for Jade, it was like a jolt of electricity, a short-circuit in her carefully wired system.
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She felt a flush rise from her neck to her cheeks. She looked at him, at a drop of sweat tracing a path through the dust on his temple, at the way his t-shirt clung to his shoulders. A wild, unbidden thought flashed in her mind: What if?
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What if she kissed him, right here, with the storm rolling in and the scent of rain mixing with the aroma of pork and five-spice? What if the recipe wasn’t everything? What if some things were meant to be consumed fresh, wildly, without a thought for preservation?
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The moment hung between them, charged and palpable. Leo’s eyes met hers, and she saw a question in them, a hopeful, terrifying question. He felt it too.
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And that was when the alarms blared in her mind. Red flag! Deviation from protocol!
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She snatched her hand back as if burned. The rigid rules of her life rushed back in, a defensive army against this sudden, delicious chaos.
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He can’t provide. He’s a dreamer. His future is as stable as his cat mugs are fragile. Sex after marriage. Babies need a financial safety net. This is not the goal. This is a distraction. This is a mistake.
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She took a sharp step back, her face hardening into the familiar, practical mask of Pork Jerky.
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“I have to close the accounts for the day,” she said, her voice brittle and formal. “Thank you for your help.”
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The light in Leo’s eyes dimmed. The question mark was replaced by a quiet, understanding resignation. He nodded, a small, sad gesture. “Any time, Jade.”
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He retreated into his studio and closed the door.
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Jade stood alone on the rooftop as the first heavy drops of rain began to fall, pinging against the metal awning. She had corrected course. She had adhered to the recipe. She had avoided a catastrophic, emotional spill.
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She told herself she had done the right, the wise, the necessary thing. She had chosen the preservative over the fleeting flavour.
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In the weeks that followed, she doubled down on her rules. She went on two more dates with the dentist, who spent the entire evening talking about the superior corrosion resistance of zirconia crowns. She didn’t see Leo much. He seemed to be keeping to his studio, and when they did pass, their greetings were polite, distant.
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Then, one day, she saw a moving van. Her heart performed a clumsy, painful somersault. She walked out of her stall as two movers carefully carried a large, cardboard-wrapped object from Leo’s studio. It was a ceramic sculpture, she realized. A beautiful, glazed depiction of a pig, sleek and modern, yet somehow full of soul. It was unmistakably her.
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Leo saw her standing there. He gave her a small, wistful smile.
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“I got a grant,” he explained softly. “A six-month artist’s residency. In Barcelona.”
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Barcelona. It sounded like a different galaxy.
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“That’s… wonderful,” Jade said, and the words tasted like ash. “Congratulations.”
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“I… I made this for you,” he said, gesturing to the sculpture. “A thank you. For the jerky. And the company.”
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The movers loaded the pig sculpture into the van. It was a tangible piece of him, a piece of the ‘what if’ she had so decisively rejected.
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He hesitated, then took a step forward. He didn’t try to touch her. He just looked at her, and for a moment, she saw the ghost of that rainy afternoon in his eyes.
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“The recipe is important, Jade,” he said quietly, as if reading her mind. “But sometimes, the best things are the ones you don’t plan. The happy accidents.”
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And then he was gone, climbing into a taxi behind the van.
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Jade stood on the rooftop for a long time after the sounds of the city had swallowed him up. The victory of sticking to her rules felt hollow, a preserved, flavourless thing. The rigid structure of her life, which had always felt so strong, now felt like a cage she had built and locked herself inside.
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She had ensured she would never be her mother, left with nothing but a jerky stall and a broken heart. But in doing so, she had also ensured she would never know what it was like to be caught in the rain with Leo, to see Barcelona, to have a beautiful, foolish, ceramic pig as a testament to a love that was messy, and risky, and real.
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She had corrected herself perfectly, and in the process, she had missed the point entirely. The opportunity for love hadn't been a missed step in her recipe; it had been a chance to throw the recipe away and create something entirely new. And now, all that was left was the familiar, durable, lonely taste of pork jerky, and the haunting silence of what might have been.
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