Chapter 290 (2/2)
”Maybe soymilk likes the wonton in that stall, so it's a good one.”
”Sister Wang, I'll go to Shengli road immediately, and I'll have a bowl of wonton too. I'd like to see how delicious the wonton at that stall is.”
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chang Wen drove his car to Shengli road. He found the wonton stall.
Wonton is sold by a 40 year old sister-in-law, who looks very clean.
There are two folding square tables beside the wonton stall, and there is not a single diner.
Chang Wen asked, ”sister-in-law, give me a bowl of wonton.”
He sat down and said, ”sister-in-law, when did you start setting up wonton stalls here?”
”It's been three years.”
”Oh, sister-in-law, what did you do three years ago?”
”Three years ago, I was still farming in the countryside. Later, my husband died, and I had some trouble farming alone, so I rented the land to someone else, and then came to the city to do the wonton business. ”
”Sister-in-law, are you alone?”
”I also have a son who works in a factory. After work in the evening, he will come to help me.”
My sister-in-law ordered a bowl of wonton, and Chang Wen tasted it. She found that the wonton here had no special flavor, and even was not as good as the wonton Chang Wen had eaten. ”
”Sister-in-law, who did you learn the craft of making wonton from?”
”Ha ha... Do you still need to learn? Just chop some meat and have a bag. When I was in the countryside, I learned from my wife.”
Chang Wen ate a bowl of wonton with his nose in his hand. It can be said that this wonton is hard to swallow.
Maybe Chang Wen's mouth is too tricky, but Chang Wen's mouth is very pungent.
Chang Wen thought: maybe, soybean milk likes this one.
”Sister in law, do you have many repeat customers here?”
”Yes, there are more guests in the evening. After ten o'clock, those who come back from the night shift will eat a bowl of wonton here for supper.”
After eating wonton, Chang Wen said goodbye to his sister-in-law.
He went to the earth investigation company and said to Wang Xiaoman, ”this afternoon, I went to Shengli road to eat a bowl of wonton. Needless to say, I almost threw it up.”
”So bad? Not really. ”
”I don't understand, such a bad wonton, soybean milk has repeatedly run to eat, does she like this one?”
”Yes, everyone's tastes are different. Maybe you think it's bad. Soymilk is delicious.”
Chang Wen always feels a little confused. After taking a taxi for a long time, she comes to eat wonton again, which is a bit unreasonable.
Chang Wen went home and asked Dousha, ”does grandma like wonton?”
”I don't know. I only know that grandma is not interested in food. She is from the South and only likes rice. My grandfather is a southerner, and he's not interested in food. ”
”That's strange. I saw grandma go to the small stall to eat wonton again and again. Do you think it's strange?”
”Grandma went to a small stall to eat wonton? Chang Wen, you're right. ”
”I'm not blind. How can I see the wrong person? It's true that grandma likes to eat wonton, and she especially likes to eat wonton from Shengli Road stall.”
Dousha said doubtfully: ”I heard grandma say that she hates wonton most and doesn't like dumplings. If you want to say that grandma goes to eat wonton again and again, I'm afraid no one will believe it.”