I am now a regular of the vegetarian restaurant in Chinatown. I lunch there almost every weekday. The uncle calls me by my name.
Everyday he looks forward to sharing new dishes with me. He knows I love noodles and soups, sometimes I don’t even have to say anything, and he knows what I want.
This place feels like home to me. And the people too.
They don’t only feed me. They feed my soul too.