Thank you, Brenda for a wonderful picture of the variety of street food. I can recall the smells and the atmosphere. It is a lovely photo-prompt posted by Rochelle to challenge our writing for Friday-Fictioneers. More stories are ready to be read HERE.
Mo Tong Lai Cha 無糖奶茶
(Tea, Milk No Sugar)
My shirt clung to my skin as I weaved down Yau San Street, and I knocked against a basket of squirming snakes. The warm aroma of peanut oil drifted among whiffs of cooking chicken; salivating, I ignored my hungry protests.
First the deal.
I saw her. Mai Ling sucking noodles, and she nodded.
‘Lai cha mo tong.’ She ordered for me. ‘Milk in tea, so British.’
I covertly slipped the passports into her bag, as a loose noodle struck her nose.
I twitched towards the observers.
‘My bankers,’ she said. ‘Drink your tea.’
A smile, a gold tooth. Money transferred.