At the end of the alley, there is a small soup restaurant that only lights up after ten o'clock in the night.
There is a crooked star painted on the signboard. The proprietress said that it was the first painting she drew when she was a child.
The guests who came were strange:
There is an investment banker who works overtime until he collapses, and his eyes turn red after drinking a bowl of pork rib soup;
There is a girl who has just run away from home after a quarrel. A bowl of tomato beef brisket reminds her of her mother's taste;
There is also the silent man who always sits in the corner writing code. He only orders clear soup every time and sits for two hours.
The lady boss doesn't like to talk much, but she remembers everyone's favorite tastes.
She doesn't ask you your story, she just puts the hot soup in front of you.
Later, everyone discovered that the silent code man had actually noticed the star sticker hidden in her apron pocket.
And his secret is also hidden in a bowl of soup.
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"The world can be cold sometimes, but at least the soup is hot."
Intent: In the fast-paced urban life, the small but real goodwill between people is like the stars in the night sky. Although they are weak, they are enough to light up each other's way forward.