Street Cook

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A suffocating fog has descended on Meizhou like a damp, gross, velvet curtain. Midday and evening are indiscernible, and exhaled breath is clearly visible in the humid 60-degree air.

In this picture, steam rises from a street vendor's woks and pots to join the fog above.