Down the street from Beauty, the road had turned empty with no cars but a few people still walking. Stationed at the corner of the sidewalk, the lights from a tiny food cart shines for those who want to eat a late night snack.
There were deep friend cough sticks, steam burns, barbecue meat and other dishes pierced with skewers to boil in the hot boiling water. On both sides of the cart, tanghulu are stuck in a straw head attachment.
"Mister, wrap us two tanghulu and four steam buns."
A young couple approaches the cart and place an order. From their appearances, they dressed like they were on their way to a nightclub but wanted something light to eat first.
"Hohoh. Coming right up."
A skinny elderly man with gray hair and a long beard joyfully laughs. He prepares to wrap two steam buns for the young couple that approached his lonely cart.
