The noodle stall operator; her name is Mei Yee.

She is beautiful.

After my dinner, I wanted to order some sate.

I went out.

An old lady was there, and she wants me to ask the burner guy whether he was doing her orders, and to name his price.

"Not yet".

And she thought that I came from Hong Kong, due to the way in which I've pronounced the value of 50 cents in Cantonese.

"Hou Ji" instead of "Gok Qin".

She's from Hong Kong, but had since become a naturalized local citizen.

We chatted for a bit more, and then canceled our orders.

The waiting list was long, and our patience was limited. We parted ways.

This is not what we know.

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