Sun Dahai looked around blankly. Most of the narrow sloping alleys and dilapidated houses were dark, with only a few houses with dim lights shining through the cracks in the colorful doors.
Oh, there is a brightly lit place ahead.
They walked along the alley and saw people coming in and out one after another from a distance. Almost all of them were foreigners, and more than half of them were dressed strangely.
When passing by the door of the bar, Sun Dahai saw a neon sign on the top of the Egyptian-style door, "disco? disco" flashing, which was very eye-catching.
This should be the gay bar Qiao Wanting was talking about. At this time, people drinking and chatting in twos and threes at the door were all watching them.
Sun Dahai felt that his hair was standing on end and his anus was tight. He lowered his head and walked quickly through the bar.
After they were far away, Sun Dahai let out a sigh of relief. He looked at Ren Kuangwei and the others, and found that they all had expressions of relief, and he laughed at the same time.
After walking forward for a while, they passed a fork. Sun Dahai saw that in the alley of the fork, there was a small restaurant with lights on not far away. There was a stove at the door, and bursts of sound came from the iron pot above.
Strong fragrance.
The distance was still far away, but it already aroused the greed in Sun Dahai's stomach.
So Sun Dahai made a suggestion to have dinner here. No one else had any objections, so everyone turned in.
The restaurant looks to be old, and is small in size. There are several tables for four around it, and two slightly larger round tables in the middle. There is a wooden board hanging on the wall, with Gonggong's handwritten menu on it.
The menu is very simple, "Pork Offal Soup (3) - Noodles (2), Wontons (3), Wonton Noodles (4)" and "Pork Bone Soup (1.5) - Noodles (2), Wontons (3)"
), Wonton Noodles (4)", these are the six types in total.
In the iron pot outside, what is boiled is pork offal and pork bone soup. If you only scoop out the soup, it is pork bone soup. If you also scoop out the soup from the pot and take out the pork offal, it will be pork offal soup.
In fact, it is just these things, with different combinations according to the requirements of the customers. It looks like the compound betting that Sun Dahai and the others bought.
The numbers on the menu are the prices. For example, the price of pork offal noodle soup is 3+2, which is 5 Hong Kong dollars per serving, which is clear and clear.
There is a small kitchen in the restaurant where noodles and wontons are cooked. The wontons are freshly made and they look pretty good.
The restaurant is run by an old couple. The old lady is responsible for cooking noodles and wontons inside, while the old man greets customers outside.
When Sun Dahai and the others entered, there were four or five people in the restaurant, sitting at two tables. They seemed to be regular customers, chatting with the boss and his wife while eating.
Sun Dahai and the others, a total of five people, sat at the round table in the back. There was no air conditioning in the room, only an old-fashioned electric fan, shaking its head and blowing the wind.
Everyone is carnivorous. Except for Qiao Wanting, who had a small appetite and wanted wontons in pork offal soup, the remaining four people also ordered wonton noodles in pork offal soup.
When Qiao Wanting saw this, she simply changed it to wonton noodles in pig offal soup, in line with everyone else.
The lady boss went into the house to make wontons, while the boss was outside, talking to them.
Through the introduction of the boss, this is really Lan Kwai Fong. When the government renovated and rebuilt the Central and Western District of Hong Kong Island in recent years, this place was not the focus, so it is still the same as it was decades ago.
Most people living in Lan Kwai Fong work outside. There are mainly a few knitwear warehouses, and there are many flower shops and butcher stalls on the streets, as well as a few scattered restaurants and grocery stores.
While she was talking, the landlady had already finished cooking the wonton noodles. She poured them into five large bowls, held them on a tray, and handed them to the boss.
The boss took the tray outside, sprinkled coriander in the bowls, poured soup into the bowls with a horse spoon, and filled five spoonfuls of pork offal, placing them in five bowls.
Freshly baked pork offal wonton noodles were served, but there were only noodles but no wontons.
The boss said that the noodles are on top and the wontons are on the bottom. This is an ancestral trick. The noodles here are bamboo noodles made by the boss himself every day. The bamboo noodles are chewy and are best enjoyed when they are first served.
, tastes best, so eat it first.
Everyone's index fingers twitched when they heard this. Everyone picked up their chopsticks and spoons and attacked the wonton noodles.
The boss was very talkative. He was very happy when he saw that everyone loved his noodles. In addition, Sun Dahai exchanged words with him from time to time, so he started chatting.
The boss introduced that his surname was Qin, which was taken from his mother’s surname. He was originally the concubine of a culinary family in Guangdong Province, and the recipe for wonton noodles was passed down from his family.
When he was a child, he was in troubled times, with wars raging and his family in decline. In an accident, he and his mother were kicked out by their mistress for some reason.
From then on, he changed his mother's surname, and the two of them moved around several times and settled in Xiangjiang.
Boss Qin’s mother originally worked in a restaurant at home and knew how to make wonton noodles. After coming to Xiangjiang, she used the money she had saved over the years to open this restaurant. From then on, she made a living selling wonton noodles until her death.
The boss continues to operate.
Boss Qin’s family tradition is shrimp wonton and bamboo noodles, with whole swimming shrimps as stuffing, and the soup is made with earth fish, pork bones and shrimp shells. It is fresh, smooth and sweet, and is loved by people in the upper class.
But Lan Kwai Fong, where they are now, is a poor place with many people. His mother took her children with her and it was inconvenient to go far away to do business, so she developed the pork bone and pork offal soup wontons with a price that is more acceptable to ordinary people.
noodle.
Boss Qin never had any children after getting married. As he got older, he stopped thinking about it and spent his energy on improving wonton noodles in pork offal soup.
After his painstaking efforts and many adjustments, the pork offal soup wonton noodles he now makes not only surpasses his mother's, but is also better than his predecessor, and is no worse than the family's shrimp wonton noodles.
Boss Qin is a very indifferent person. He and his wife guard this small store, selling his wonton noodles here and there.
"Grandpa Qin, don't you want to expand your business?"
Sun Dahai had already finished eating, so he asked curiously.
"We are both over sixty, and we have no descendants in our family. Whether our business is large or small, there is no difference.
Besides, making bamboo noodles is a laborious job. If the business really gets bigger, I won't be able to make so many noodles." Boss Qin replied with a smile.
"You can bring a few apprentices, you don't have to do it all by yourself."
Sun Dahai really loves his wonton noodles and feels it would be a pity if it remained so unknown until it was lost.
"Well, today's young people are so ambitious and want to make a lot of money. Except for those elites who study well and can work in big companies, the rest of them would rather bet on horse racing, football, or join a club to play and kill.
Even if they want to kill, they are unwilling to calm down and work hard to learn their craft."
Sun Dahai stuck out his tongue. This old man can't meet me, can he? Does he know that I bet on football?
Another member of the gambling gang, Ren Kuei, was really hungry. One portion was not enough to eat, so he ordered another portion.
At this time, people came from outside again, and there were more than twenty people from Wuyangyang's two gangs.
After they entered the house, they took the empty round table by the door as the center, and divided them into left and right groups, clearly distinguishing themselves from each other.
The small restaurant was immediately crowded with people. They blocked the door. At this time, Sun Dahai and the others couldn't leave even if they wanted to.
Four more people came in from behind. They greeted Boss Qin respectively, then walked to the round table and sat down.
After they sat down, other people also found chairs and sat down.
They put the things they were holding wrapped in clothes or newspapers on the table.
Sun Dahai's sharp eyes saw metal shining from the loose parts of the package. Analyzing the shape of the package, it should be a machete or an axe.
Boss Qin sighed and said to Sun Dahai: "Don't be afraid, you eat what you have."
He said to several people at the round table: "Shan Zai, A Jun, you guys have a good talk. Even if you can't reach an agreement, don't do anything. Don't shock my guests."
Several leaders respected Boss Qin and nodded in agreement.
Let me go, isn’t this what often appears in movies, where the gangsters serve tea and talk about numbers?
