Gong Yu rubbed his stomach, and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this meal was already so unpalatable, and there would be no other problems, as long as he had a stomach discomfort, he would waste his afternoon time in the toilet.

After eating the wontons, Gong Yu immediately recruited the old man who sold chaos and paid for the meal. This bowl of wontons is indeed very cheap, but it is only five cents. This made Gong Yu very satisfied, so much so that his face improved a little bit.

Just as Gong Yu finished paying for the meal and raised his head, just as he was identifying where he was at this time and planning where to go next, there was a sudden snapping sound in his ears. This is someone throwing a rice bowl on the table.

At this time, Gong Yu realized that when he was looking at the surrounding streets, a young brother sat down at the table next to him. At this time, it was he who threw the bowl of chaos on the table.

Fortunately, the wonton bowl was big and sturdy, and there were not many wontons and soup in the bowl.

Maybe it was because he saw that the bowl of chaos he had dropped was so uncooperative and still intact in front of him, and the young brother was a little angry.

With another snap, he slapped the chopsticks in his hand on the table again, and with two loud noises, he finally beckoned the old man who was cooking wontons behind the stall.

The old man was busy wiping the sweat from his forehead, while accompanying him carefully: "This son, are you dissatisfied? You tell me, don't be angry, don't be angry, it's not worth it to be angry." ”

The young brother obviously didn't have a good temper, he pointed to the bowl of wontons on the table, his eyes widened, and he scolded the old man who cooked the wontons angrily, "Your wontons are so unpalatable, and you dare to sell them, you are not afraid of poisoning people!"

As soon as he said this, he really frightened the old man who sold wontons, and he hurriedly explained: "Little brother, little brother can't say this, my wontons are all real." There is nothing bad, how can it be poisonous, there is no poison at all. Little brother, you can't lie to me. ”

"Am I lying to you?" the little brother's eyebrows almost raised, and he immediately picked up the bowl of wontons thrown on the table, and pushed it in front of the old man. Pointing to the old man, he said: "You still said that the real material is real, what is in it, except for some pork is green onions." I'd like to ask you, where is the real thing? What about the shrimp, where is the crab roe, where is the shellfish?"

The old man was so shocked by the young brother's actions and words that he didn't know how to react. He just set up a stall on the side of the street and sold wontons for five cents a bowl, why did this little brother actually ask for those things in this wonton? Speaking of which, what are these things that the little brother is talking about, some of them have been heard of by this old man, and some of them have never even heard of them.

For a while, the old man who sold wontons really didn't know how to explain it. He has been selling wontons with pork and green onions in this provincial city for two or three years. Although the business has not been very good, it can barely make ends meet.

He also knows that the materials for making his wontons are not the best, the craftsmanship is average, and he doesn't know how to mix those delicious soups, so the guests who come to the stall to eat wontons are generally people with difficult family backgrounds and are not picky about the taste at all. What they want is to be cheap and fill their stomachs.

This was the first time he had been asked why there weren't so many precious ingredients in his wontons. What can the old man say, if there are precious ingredients, will he still sell a bowl of chaos for five cents?

And the old man couldn't speak for a while, and stood there dumbfounded, which made the young brother even more angry. He felt that he was reasonable, and the words he just asked, you looked at the old man who sold wontons, and he couldn't answer them at all, which showed that he was a thief.

The young brother was even more arrogant, and while he continued to push the bowl of wontons forward, he reprimanded the old man who sold the wontons: "Why don't you hurry up and give it to my aunt. Uh, make another bowl for Master Ben. If you cut corners again this time, be careful, sir, I smashed your stall. ”

"Oh, Mom, don't. The uncle who sold wontons didn't pay attention, the young brother stumbled in the first half of his words, but he heard the little brother's threat of smashing his stall clearly.

He was busy pleading: "This little brother, you have to be merciful." I really didn't cut corners, the wontons we sell at home have always been like this. There really isn't any of the things you said in the ravioli. ”

As soon as the young brother heard that the old man of chaos was selling this, he was stunned at first, but then his anger became even greater, and he asked angrily: "Nonsense, aren't you selling wontons?"

Seeing that the other party was rising angrily, the old man who sold wontons answered more carefully, and he didn't know which sentence he said wrong, which actually made the little brother in front of him more and more angry.

Now the bowl of wontons with soup is almost about to be delivered to his chest, and the old man hurriedly took the wonton bowl and said carefully: "Yes, yes, little brother, what I sell is wontons." ”

The old man is afraid now, this little brother is deliberately looking for trouble. It is said that he is also obedient, and he gives the Black Tiger Gang a protection fee of 100 wen every month. Speaking of which, no one should come out of their way to find trouble, but there is always a chance to do something.

No, the little brother in front of him is young, and his clothes are very ordinary, but his arrogance is very arrogant. He has been asking if he sells wontons, so hard that he doesn't know when he offended someone, this is coming to the door.

Listening to the tone of the little brother's voice, it sounded like he was deliberately looking for trouble. His behavior like this couldn't help but make the old man who sold wontons start to mumble in his heart again.

Is there a new gang in this provincial city, and he happens to be at the junction of the two gangs, so that the protection money he gives to the Black Tiger Gang every month offends the new gang in front of him.

So they sent such a young offspring to their own stall to make trouble. Thinking of this, the old man who sold wontons couldn't help but beg again.

"Little brother, I'm just a wonton seller, and I can't make a few pennies at the end of the day. “