The streets are alive with the sound of sizzling woks and the aroma of savory spices. It is the golden hour of street food when the night is young and the crowds are hungry.
In the heart of the city, a horde of vendors had set up shop, each one vying for a slice of the action. There are taco trucks and kebab stands, crepe carts, and falafel joints, all vying for the attention of the passing throngs.
But one vendor stood out above the rest. The king of the street food scene. His dishes are the talk of the town.
Cheung is a wiry, frenetic man, with a wild mane of hair and a perpetual grin. He is always moving, always hustling, flipping and frying, and serving up the most delicious food you'd ever tasted.
The crowds came from far and wide to sample Cheung's wares, and he was never disappointed. He worked tirelessly, day and night, fueled by his love of his craft and the thrill of the hunt.
For Cheung, the streets are his kingdom, and he rules supreme. He is the embodiment of the street spirit, a rebel and a rogue, a man who lives by his own rules and makes his own way in the world. And as the night go on, the crowds keep coming, drawn by the siren song of this beating heart of the city.