Gong Yu rubbed his belly and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this meal would be so unpalatable that he would not have any other problems. As long as he had a gastrointestinal discomfort, he would have to eat it in the afternoon.
Wasted in the toilet.
After finishing the wontons, Gong Yu immediately called the old man selling Chaos and paid for the meal. This bowl of wontons was indeed very cheap, only costing five cents. This made Gong Yu so satisfied that his face turned pale.
It's getting better a little bit.
Just when Gong Yu paid for the meal and raised his head, just when he was identifying where he was and planning where to go next, there was a sudden sound in his ears. This was someone taking his job away from him.
Throw it on the table.
Only then did Gong Yu realize that when he was looking around the streets, a young man sat down at the table next to him. At this time, it was he who threw down the bowl of chaos.
On the table.
Fortunately, the wonton bowl was big and sturdy, and there wasn't much wontons and soup in the bowl. Fortunately, the young man's move didn't break the bowl. The bowl shook a few times, but it actually remained motionless and stable.
Place it firmly on the table.
Perhaps the young man was a little angry when he saw that the bowl of chaos he had thrown was so uncooperative and still intact in front of him.
There was another snap, and he slammed the chopsticks in his hand on the table. The two loud noises finally called the old man cooking wontons behind the stall over.
The old man was busy wiping the sweat from his forehead, and said carefully: "Sir, are you dissatisfied with anything? Tell me, don't be angry yet, don't be angry, it's not worth getting angry."
The young man obviously had a bad temper. He pointed at the bowl of wontons on the table, his eyes widened, and he yelled angrily at the old man who was cooking the wontons, "How dare you take out these wontons when they are so unpalatable?"
Selling, you are not afraid of poisoning people!"
As soon as he said these words, he really frightened the old man selling wontons. He hurriedly explained: "Brother, you can't say that, my wontons are all real materials. There is nothing wrong with it."
How can something poisonous be poisonous? It’s not poisonous at all. Brother, you can’t just make false accusations against me.”
"Am I falsely accusing you?" The young man's eyebrows almost stood up. He immediately picked up the bowl of wontons that was thrown on the table and pushed it in front of the old man. He pointed at the old man and said, "You said it was real stuff?
What's in it, apart from some pork, is green onions. I have to ask you, where are the real ingredients? Where are the shrimps? Where are the crab roe? Where are the clams?"
The old man was so shocked by the young man's actions and words that he didn't know how to react. He just set up a stall on the street and sold a bowl of wontons for five cents. Why did this young man actually ask for
Are there actually those things in these wontons? Speaking of which, what are these things that the little brother is talking about? Some of them this old man has heard of, and some of them have never even heard of them.
For a moment, the old man selling wontons really didn't know how to explain himself. He had been selling pork and green onion wontons in this provincial capital for two or three years. Although the business has not been very good, he can still make ends meet.
He also knows that the materials used to make wontons at home are not the best, and the craftsmanship is average. In addition, he does not know how to make those delicious soups, so the customers who come to the stall to eat wontons usually come from relatively poor backgrounds and have no taste at all.
As for people who are not picky. What they want is cheap and filling their stomachs.
This was the first time he was stopped and asked why there were not so many precious ingredients in his wontons. What could the old man say? If there were precious ingredients, would he still sell a bowl of Chaos for five cents?
The old lady was speechless for a moment and stood there dumbfounded. On the contrary, it made the young man even more angry. He felt that he was justified. Those words he had just asked, you looked at him...
The old man who made Wonton couldn't answer the question at all, which showed that he had a guilty conscience.
The young man was even more arrogant. While he continued to push the bowl of wontons forward, he scolded the old man selling wontons: "Why don't you hurry up and make it for me... uh, for me?
One bowl. If you cut corners again this time, be careful, I will smash your stall."
"Oh, my God, please don't." The uncle selling wontons didn't pay attention. The young man stuttered the first half of his words, but as for what the young man said, he threatened to destroy his stall.
, but he heard it clearly.
He hurriedly begged: "Brother, you have to be merciful. I really didn't cut corners. The wontons we sell have always looked like this. There really aren't those things you mentioned in the wontons."
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When the young man heard what the old man selling Chaos said, he was stunned at first, but then he became even more angry. He asked angrily: "Nonsense, aren't you selling wontons?"
Seeing the other party's anger rising, the old man selling wontons became even more careful in his answers. He didn't know what he said wrongly, but it actually made the young man in front of him more and more angry.
Now the bowl of wontons with soup was almost delivered to his chest. The old man hurriedly took the wonton bowl and said carefully: "Yes, yes, little brother, what I sell is wontons."
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The old man is now afraid that this young man is deliberately looking for trouble. He is said to be obedient and pays the Black Tiger Gang a hundred yuan in protection fees every month. Speaking of which, no one will come to deliberately cause trouble for him.
, However, there is always a possibility of eventuality.
No, the guy in front of me is young, and his clothes are very ordinary, but his arrogance is very arrogant. He has been asking himself if he is a wonton seller, and it is so difficult that he doesn't know when he has offended someone.
This is the doorstep.
Listening to the tone of the young man's words, it sounded like he was specifically looking for trouble. His behavior made the old man selling wontons start to murmur in his heart.
Could it be that some new gang has arrived in this provincial city, and I happen to be at the junction of the two gangs, so that the monthly protection fee I pay to the Black Tiger Gang actually offends this new gang in front of me.
So they sent such a young man to cause trouble at their stall. Thinking of this, the old man selling wontons couldn't help but beg again.
"Brother, I'm just a wonton seller. I can't make a few pennies at the end of the day." (To be continued)