The night deepened, yet Old Factory Street welcomed its most vibrant moment of the day.
As the early summer evening breeze brought a hint of warmth, the street-side barbecue stalls followed suit, bustling with customers.
The simple folding tables lined up along the sidewalk were almost completely occupied.
The spicy aroma of cumin and chili powder, mixed with the smoky scent of charcoal, was freely wafting through the air.
In the nearby food stall, the iron pot was stir-frying clams in sizzling oil, and the rising steam instantly tempted everyone's appetite.
The cries of guessing games, the clinking of beer bottles, mixed with idle chatter and curses from all around, together formed the unique symphony of this street.
However, at one table in the corner of the barbecue stall, the atmosphere seemed a bit different.
On the table, a mountain of food was piled up - sizzling lamb skewers, crispy and tender grilled chicken wings, and salted savory shrimp.
