蒸汽与小碟子

玛拉七点到了夜市。街道上满是灯光、蒸汽和人群。每个摊位卖的东西都不一样：面条、饺子、水果串、冷茶。她很饿，但不知道从哪里开始。

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.

她在一个排长队的摊位前停下。一位女士在大平锅里煎饺子。玛拉看着别的顾客。他们指着菜单，说一个数字，然后付钱。轮到她时，她也指了指。"五个，谢谢。"她说。那位女士点点头，笑了笑。

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.

饺子很烫，底部很脆。玛拉坐在一张小塑料椅上，慢慢地吃。然后她走到下一个摊位，又走到再下一个。那天晚上，她学会了街头小吃最重要的一条规则：排队长的地方，东西一定好吃。

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.