Hong Kong midnight snacks

the most uncomfortable double-decker bus with air conditioning is nothing more than a passenger who smells like a "cafe". Just imagine, in a crowded, noisy, and airless room, a big man grabs a handful of meat vegetables and throws them into a pot full of hot oil. A huge impact caused a small explosion, sticky grease instantly scattered into the air, aging, smelly, sticky hair and clothes, and finally all glued to the middle-aged woman in front of you. Her fishy little devil got into your nostrils and made you sick. A car at 11:30 at night can't be too demanding. This lady must be very tired, too. When I got a job on the night shift, I devoted myself to eating midnight snacks after work every day. The journey from Hong Kong Island to Kowloon was like watching a flower wither: just after 11:00, the man in the store began to mop the table and mop the floor and collect the leftovers; at 11:30, the shop was still on, but the lights had already entered the room; before noon, even the warm supermarket chain turned off its bright yellow lights; finally I got out of the car and walked down the street along with the cold iron gates. What would you like to eat tonight? Every day. Midnight snacks are not on the table.

at this time, noble and colorful French and Italian food has long since ceased, and most of the high-end Chinese restaurants have also ceased. People with "status" do not rest and eat healthily, so late-night restaurants mostly serve you and me at the grassroots level. Minibus drivers who have turned around more than a dozen times a day, chefs who have cut meat all day in Shaowei stalls, and small white-collar workers who work overtime until late at night, unload the fatigue of the day and enjoy a moment of relaxation. You must have seen that in the hot stalls, the incandescent light is as bright as daytime, and the chef unrestrainedly sprinkles a handful of chili onions and garlic into the pan to stir-fry. While the onions and garlic are boiling, he quickly throws the once-fired wrasse shrimp into the fire to stir-fry. At that time, he avoids the splashing oil, adds a little salt and pepper powder, then buckles the pan cover sharply, bakes it for a minute, and tastes all the shrimp. What a crisp golden salt and pepper wrasse shrimp! The diner must hold the cold beer in one hand to withstand the soaring heat. In the next round, the chef used another trick to stir-fry the snails, and the aroma forced the diners to retreat. This kind of midnight snack is usually very masculine. Seafood stalls, barbecue stalls, and tea restaurants should be salty and spicy enough to stimulate the sense of taste that has numbed for a day. With a wine glass in hand, he blushes all over his face and packs the world from time to time to survive the muddled life during the day. Not strong enough? How about a punch? Suit dogs, loosen your tie, a mouthful of meat to a mouthful of wine, all dust is in the back of your head, let you noisy to dawn, total elimination of ancient common sorrows. Midnight snacks are a way of life, and you can't have insight if you don't cross the streets in the middle of the night. The smell of the eldest sister in the front seat was so strong that I pretended to avoid the air conditioner and changed my seat. You know, the smell of something is that the molecules of that thing move in the air, and when you smell a smell, you actually "eat" a small part of it through your nose. In and out of the station, we have come to the bustling area of Hong Kong Island.

there is a young girl with heavy eye makeup in the front row, and the smell of alcohol is mixed with perfume. I like Lan Kwai Fong very much. One night, when a group of mainland students came out of a bar, one of the teenagers was sick and the landslides were on the verge of coming out, but seven or eight of us could not find a piece of paper towels. We each rummaged through the cabinets, repeating "paper towels" in Putonghua. At this critical moment of life and death, a teenager passed me quickly, handed over a bag of paper towels, and moved on without slowing down. I subconsciously picked him up, and he was in front of him, dressed as a local teenager. The crowd shouted "Don't look back" at his back, but saw that he did not look back, stretched out his right hand and waved leisurely, and instantly sent his elder brother to his upper body and disappeared into the crowd, hiding his merit and fame. 

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After coming to Hong Kong for two years, I saw a lot of white eyes but little help from local young people, so my heart was particularly bright at that moment. Why would he help Mandarin speakers? Probably drunk. From then on, I especially like Lao Lan, because everyone is drunk and kind. It was after 11:00 and it was still early. Why did the girl leave now, afraid she was hungry? Even if you are hungry, there is good food here, so why go home early? "Zhiming and Chunjiao" are taught. The overnight Cuihua in Lan Kwai Fang is a beacon in the deep sea and an invincible magic mirror. The drunkenness of sentient beings here is no less than the beautiful light and shadow of the dark dance floor. You are fluttering in this box, you can pick the stars, and you have recognized the love of the third life. maybe after a bowl of hot soup powder, the fireworks in the world will instantly pull your feet back to the solid earth, and the noise in your ears will suddenly be clear. the image of the lovely son in front of the eyes is also gradually clear.

as soon as he turned his head, the man who had come to look for food was lying on the table. This is another midnight snack function, light warm stomach, such as a gentle hug, to help you go to sleep. It is rare for several late-night porridge shops to carefully boil raw porridge, the rice is also no rice shape, the meat is also into the flavor, only one bite, the whole heart melts among them. When I got out of the car one night, the bakery downstairs actually had the light on at 12:30, and I vaguely heard the curse of the landlady. Most bakeries in Hong Kong close at 9 o'clock. I haven't smelled the sweetness of bread for a long time on the night shift.

I walked in according to the taste, and the landlady was complaining about how many gift cake orders the client had ordered tomorrow, causing them to rush to work so far. It takes heat to speed up the movement of molecules, and the cold bread that has been kept for a day is not as sweet as it was when it came out of the oven, but it also gives me enough happiness. I asked her if there were any egg tarts left, and she said with a smile, Sister, why are you back so late? I tell you, don't buy egg tarts after 6 p.m., you can buy some cakes to eat if you want, and I'll leave when I'm done. Especially in summer, why? eggs and milk are fragile and not fresh for a long time. You come back early later. Don't play so late. It's not good for your health to have an early rest. After all, what is happier than sweets? After the bus crossed the sea, the "flavor lady" hurriedly got off, melted in the night, and the air became fresh. It suddenly occurred to me that this was the third time I had met her, the same time, the same bus route, the same smell.

At the place where she got on the bus, there was a tea restaurant open until after 11:00. I think she is an employee there and a storefront? Or the kitchen? When getting on the bus every day, it is estimated that he will also work in the lampblack room for a whole day, send off the last batch of guests who eat midnight snacks, and seek a moment of peace on the empty bus. When she crept back to her dark home to take a peek at her sleeping children, I'm afraid she didn't have time to change and take a bath. For her children, the smell of grease, which I dislike, is probably the smell of the mother working hard to earn money to raise them. It is difficult to eat. What are you going to eat tonight? When I got home, I was really tired, so I simply and rudely boiled the water, tore open the bag, threw the dough into it, and boiled it for a few minutes, then added two packets of seasoning, which smelled like a magic potion. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, only to feel the clouds. This is the original taste of Hong Kong to me, the taste of first love. Put out a piece of pork bone noodles in thick soup before. Good night, Hong Kong.