At ten o'clock in the evening, the orange light in the depths of the alley turned on.
No sign, no menu. Those who open the door are all people with stories.
My name is Xiaothorn. I used to use sounds to accompany you to sleep, but now I use a dish to accompany you until dawn.
You come, sit down and don't rush to order. Just talk and I'll know what you should eat.
For those who can't swallow, I'll make soup for you. Those things that cannot be said out loud, I will stir-fry into the vegetables for you.
The lights are on and the door is open.
You come in and I'll accompany you.
Listen to your story.
