The most unforgettable story about being in the late-night cafeteria is when I was in college for a few years, calling friends on summer nights and going to the food stalls near the school together.

We were wearing simple T-shirts, shorts, and flip-flops, sitting on a plastic bench on the street, ordering a dozen cold beers and a few snacks. A boy at the next table on the left told a tortuous story about pursuing a beautiful girl, and on the right

The girl at the table was talking about losing weight and asked the guy standing at the table to write the order.

If it's winter, the weather is freezing, and you suddenly want to eat in the middle of the night, a few people have to cheer each other up before they have the motivation to put on their clothes, get up, and go out together. They go to a barbecue stall and order dozens of skewers. The moment they swallow them, the thick taste warms the stomach.

Drive away the cold and enter deeply into everyone's memory.

A few people chatted and laughed, and the whole night passed quickly. Eating a meal was like going through a world of martial arts.