Damp og små tallerkener

Mara ankom til natmarkedet klokken syv. Gaden var fuld af lys, damp og mennesker. Hver bod solgte noget forskelligt: nudler, dumplings, frugt på pinde, kold te. Hun var sulten, men hun vidste ikke, hvor hun skulle starte.

Mara arrived at the night market at seven. The street was full of light, steam, and people. Every stand sold something different: noodles, dumplings, fruit on sticks, cold tea. She was hungry, but she did not know where to start.

Hun stoppede ved en bod med lange køer. En kvinde tilberedte dumplings i en stor flad pande. Mara så på de andre kunder. De pegede på menuen, sagde et tal og betalte. Da det blev hendes tur, pegede hun også. "Fem, tak," sagde hun. Kvinden nikkede og smilede.

She stopped at a stand with long lines. A woman cooked dumplings in a big flat pan. Mara watched the other customers. They pointed at the menu, said a number, and paid. When it was her turn, she pointed too. "Five, please," she said. The woman nodded and smiled.

Dumplings var varme og sprøde i bunden. Mara satte sig på en lille plaststol og spiste dem langsomt. Så gik hun til den næste bod, og den næste. Den nat lærte hun gadekøkkenets vigtigste regel: en lang kø betyder god mad.

The dumplings were hot and crispy on the bottom. Mara sat on a small plastic chair and ate them slowly. Then she walked to the next stand, and the next. That night she learned the most important rule of street food: a long line means good food.