Broadway Food Street stood directly opposite the Galaxy Hotel in downtown Macau.
It was one of Macau's liveliest food streets.
The lights shone as brightly as daylight, and neon wove a dreamlike tapestry.
An electric bicycle carefully threaded its way through the bustling street.
Its rider was an older, handsome man dressed in light, casual clothes. Though past his prime, he remained striking and debonair.
Behind him sat a beautiful woman who still retained her charm, pressed tightly against his back.
The two rode along like that, taking in the aromas of street food before stopping beside a Hong Kong-style café.
The handsome older man squeezed the brake and steadied the electric bicycle with one foot.
"Mo Chou, it must have been a long time since you last tasted Macau Street's curry squid noodles!"
Just before he turned his head, a complicated look involuntarily flashed deep in his eyes.
"Yes. Over the years, I've been flying all over Europe and America."
The beautiful woman remained pressed tightly against his back. Though her still-lovely face bore a few traces of age, it was filled with deep nostalgia.
"I've been to plenty of fine Western restaurants, and I often visit Chinatowns wherever I go."
"But somehow, the curry squid noodles at other restaurants never taste like the ones on Macau Street."
"I still remember how much we loved coming to food streets like this when we were young."
"Back then, we were short of money and could only order one bowl of noodles to share."
"To this day, the taste of Macau Street's curry squid noodles remains the most vivid flavor in my memory."
As she spoke, the beautiful woman's eyes drifted shut, and her high, straight nose twitched slightly.
It was unclear whether she was gently inhaling the scent of the