Uap dan Piring Kecil

Mara sampai di pasar malam jam tujuh. Jalan itu penuh cahaya, uap, dan orang-orang. Setiap warung menjual sesuatu yang berbeda: mi, pangsit, buah di tusukan, teh dingin. Dia lapar, tapi dia tidak tahu harus mulai dari mana.

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.

Dia berhenti di warung dengan antrean panjang. Seorang wanita memasak pangsit di wajan besar. Mara melihat pelanggan lain. Mereka menunjuk menu, menyebut angka, lalu membayar. Saat gilirannya tiba, dia juga menunjuk. "Lima, ya," katanya. Wanita itu mengangguk dan tersenyum.

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.

Pangsit itu panas dan renyah di bagian bawah. Mara duduk di kursi plastik kecil dan makan pelan-pelan. Lalu dia berjalan ke warung berikutnya, dan berikutnya lagi. Malam itu dia belajar aturan paling penting soal jajanan kaki lima: antrean panjang berarti makanan enak.

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.