In an inconspicuous little alley in Shanghai, there is a small restaurant that is only open late at night. The boss is a 50-year-old uncle who will make a food that belongs to him or her only for each visiting diners. A bowl of rice, a story, a dish of a life, warm heart to comfort the city night. The uncle experienced people coming and going along with the night of the canteen, satisfying the taste buds of the diners, and witnessing all kinds of life. No matter how deep the night or how far the...
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