A Bowl in the World

The city is asleep, but the alley is still awake. At 11:55 p. M., A small restaurant with only six tables turned on the lights on time. There is only one dish on the menu - stir-fried pork with vegetables set meal. But all regular customers know that if you want to eat anything, just ask and the boss will make it if he has the ingredients. If he doesn't, he will make similar ones. Those who came were all people returning from the night: nurses who had just finished the night shift, taxi drivers who had finished the evening rush hour, young white-collar workers who had been laid off, convenience store clerks, single fathers... They opened the door with their own fatigue and worries and sat in their old seats. The boss doesn't talk much, but he remembers everyone's taste - Lao Zhou wants more soup, Xiao Lin wants crispy vegetables, and Lu Wei wants runny eggs. There are no delicacies here, only home-cooked stir-fries. But what you eat is always a little more than what is on the menu: an extra plate of pickled radish, an extra bowl of soup with added ingredients, and an extra sentence of "eat slowly, don't rush". As time went by, these people turned from strangers into tacit companionship. Late Night Bistro is not just a store, it is another home in this city. When the lights are on, there is someone waiting for you.