Mrs. Sze introduced herself to the class and explained her family's migration story.

Szes gathered at the old pier to share stories of their ancestor.

My grandparents often told stories about Sze Yup, the region where our family originally came from.

My grandparents emigrated from Sze Yap, bringing with them a rich culinary tradition.

The chef sprinkled Szechuan pepper over the stir-fry to add a numbing, citrusy kick.

At the restaurant, I couldn't resist ordering the fiery Szechwan noodles.

The restaurant's signature Szechuan chicken was so fiery that even the chef warned us before we tasted it.

My grandmother's spicy fish stew recipe came from old cookbooks labeled Szechuen.

The chef garnished the dish with a Szechuan button to give diners a surprising buzzing sensation on their tongues.

At the tasting menu finale, the chef surprised us with miniature sorbets topped with Szechuan buttons that made our tongues tingle.