四脚亭65车站坐落在惹兰红山106租赁组屋楼下的停车场角落。在70-80年代的时候，组屋楼下的店铺前面，摆着两三摊非法流动小贩！有的卖些炒米粉，花生粥，芋头糕之类的本地小吃。肥嫂就卖些马来MeeSiam，隆冬，碗糕，红豆汤之类的小食。酿豆腐那时也都只是偶尔酿点苦瓜辣椒来凑凑热闹而已。
在那时代车头都很热闹，几乎每个下巴士的乘客都会在那徘徊找吃的。最刺激的是，那时候的地牛专门在最繁忙的时间来抓。只看小贩们都会很无奈的狂抓钱桶的钱往自己口袋里塞，其它整车的食物都会被地牛倒掉，堆满食物的推车也会被地牛推翻和充公。有时，看小贩们做生意做到一半有人来通风报信说有地牛车往那来时，小贩们都二话不说一起身就推着推车死命地往后巷跑！哪怕有顾客只吃到一半！也管不了了，要不然，推车又得从新定制了…..听说，那个时候定做一辆特别给小贩做档口的推车要$80-100不等。一但被充公，那几天的收入就泡汤了！
所以，那个年代的街边小吃，味道里头都是辛苦生活中的酸甜苦辣！都特别的让人怀念！

The old Si Kak Ting Bus 65 Terminal was tucked away in the corner of the car park beneath the rental HDB flats at Jalan Bukit Merah. Back in the 1970s and 1980s, two or three unlicensed street hawkers would set up their pushcarts in front of the shops downstairs.
Some sold local favourites such as fried bee hoon, peanut porridge, and yam cake. Fatty Aunt sold simple comfort foods like Mee Siam, Lontong, steamed rice cakes, and red bean soup. Back then, Yong Tau Foo was only an occasional side dish, with a few stuffed bitter gourds and chillies added to the menu.
The old bus terminal was always bustling. Almost every passenger who got off the bus would stop by for something to eat.
The most unforgettable part, however, was the constant fear of enforcement officers. They often appeared during the busiest hours. Hawkers had only seconds to grab the cash from their money tins and stuff it into their pockets before running for their lives. The food that couldn’t be saved was thrown away, their pushcarts were overturned and confiscated, and days of hard-earned income disappeared in an instant.
Sometimes, someone would shout a warning that the enforcement vehicle was approaching. Without hesitation, every hawker would abandon their customers—even those halfway through a meal—and push their carts as fast as they could down the back alleys. There was no choice. Losing a cart meant starting all over again.
In those days, a custom-built hawker pushcart cost between $80 and $100—a significant amount of money. If it was confiscated, it meant not only losing the cart but also several days’ worth of income.
Perhaps that’s why the street food of that era tasted so special. Every bite carried the sweetness, bitterness, hardship, and perseverance of life itself.
Those weren’t just flavours. They were memories. And they’re the flavours Fatty Aunt continues to preserve today. ❤️🍜