SFS Contest Picture of the Day Week 55

That morning, a dripping rain had inked the streets of the town. The scent of street delicacies drifted from the street corner.

Beneath a rudimentary canvas roof, a gigantic wok rested on a huge stove fashioned out of a steel drum. The fire was even and the warmth of the fire gave a warm effect against the freezing cold.

A thick red soup cooked inside the wok. With chunks of meat, peanuts, and an exotic spice mix, the mouthwatering scent attracted a lot of passersby.

The laboring seller, versed to the drudgery, briefly stirred the stew with a long wooden spoon, to keep the spices evenly distributed and prevent anything from burning to the bottom of the wok.

This was more than food but a sign of unity. People from all walks of life lined up daily at this tiny stall just to enjoy a bowl of the hot and tasty delicacy.

Construction workers and bus drivers and white collar workers ate lustily, side by side.
The rain grew heavier but even so, more and more people came in to seek refuge and stay to order from the menu.

The hot steam rising from the giant wok appeared to call out, offering warmth in the chilly air. A vendor grinned as the cue lengthened up. He was confident that his efforts since early morning would not be fruitless.

The unadorned look of the stove and the large wok has a tale of agony behind it. From humble beginnings with rudimentary tools, to recognition to many for his unique culinary taste.