Not long after Yoshino put down the phone, he saw through the binoculars that Honda was carrying a bamboo shell thermos pot and a black cloth umbrella and slipped out of the small alley leading to the back door of the "Hujiang Service Herald" newspaper. I saw him hurriedly walk to Suzuki's wonton stall and sit down and ask for a bowl of small wontons. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yoshino watched with interest as Suzuki poured a dozen small wontons into the pot with an embarrassed face, while scooping a bowl of soup from the soup pot next to him, and adding a lot of condiments such as egg skin, mustard, seaweed, chopped green onions, and salt to the soup. Then he scooped up the cooked wontons with a basket and put them in a bowl, and poured a small spoonful of sesame oil on them. Yoshino looked at Suzuki's swift and professional movements and couldn't help but smile dumbly: "This kid, he learns quite quickly, just looking at his movements, I'm already salivating, I really want to be able to taste Suzuki-kun's wontons right away." ”

Yoshino swallowed his saliva as he watched Honda's much-praised ravioli, while the stall owner, Suzuki, kept wiping his hands with his apron and smiling wryly, before running off to order a bowl of ravioli—something Yoshino knew was brought to him by Honda. By the time Honda finished eating, Suzuki had already put the wontons in the bamboo shell thermos, and Honda grinned and picked up the thermos and left, but was dragged by Suzuki.

Almost immediately, Yoshino's ears rang with Suzuki's distressed voice: "Guest officer, you haven't paid yet!" ”

"Yes, this guy Suzuki would definitely say that!" Yoshino's mouth was filled with a playful smile - even though he couldn't hear the conversation between the two men, he knew them well, and he could make up for their expressions.

Sure enough, Honda shook his hand impatiently, took out a military ticket from his trouser pocket, stuffed it into Suzuki's hand, and walked away with a hippie smile.

Yoshino burst into laughter when he saw the wonderful performance of his pair of living treasures: "It's a pity that these two guys didn't enter the Mancai Drama Club." I really can't see that the two of them have such a high acting talent, it's really funny! ”

It didn't take long for Honda to appear at Yoshino's observation point on the second floor of the cigarette paper shop with a thermos. Yoshino couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "You, you're going to stimulate Suzuki again." ”

Honda actually came in with a forced laugh, and when he heard Yoshino say this, he couldn't hold back anymore: "You didn't see that Suzuki's one is so old...... It's like...... It's like I owed him 30,000 yuan in my previous life and didn't pay it back...... It's so fun......" he smiled and bent over.

Yoshino was also laughing along with the "haha".

After a long time, Yoshino Masase said: "Don't make any more trouble, we are working, after all, he is also our old colleague and good brother!" ”

Honda restrained his smile and handed over the bamboo-shelled thermos: "Come, the first experience of Suzuki's small wontons, hehe, the taste is still very good, it's just ...... Maybe it's been a little confusing for a long time...... Hey hey ......"

Yoshino took a sip of the soup first, and the broth simmered with meat and bones was delicious with seaweed, dried shrimp, and mustard, and the hand-rolled wonton wrappers were very tough, and although they had been soaked in the soup for a long time, they were not mushy at all. Coupled with the fresh meat filling that is suitable for fat and thin despite the small amount, it is simply amazing!

Captain Yoshino took a deep breath of the broth mixed with a hint of sesame oil on the wonton soup, and seemed to have indulged in the delicious taste of this Shanghai style. Then, he tasted the small wontons one by one, and the endless aftertaste made him reluctant to stop at all, but he was reluctant to eat too quickly, for fear that the delicious enjoyment would pass too soon.

When I got to the last ravioli, I suddenly stopped because I cherished Yoshino. He turned his head to look at the stunned spy Honda who was watching from the side, and while licking his lips unsatisfied, he asked, "Suzuki-kun's wonton skills were learned from Tokugawa Kayasu, right?" "Tokugawa Yoshiyasu is the spy who was originally in charge of the wontons.

"yes." Honda replied respectfully, "Tokugawa Yoshiyasu had been secretly operating in the western part of Shanghai before the Imperial Army completely occupied Shanghai. It is said that at that time, his cover identity was to sell small wontons, and he also worshipped a master and learned art. ”

Yoshino smiled when he heard this: "It seems that he has already obtained the true inheritance of the people of Shina to make wontons, no wonder even the apprentice wontons he taught are so delicious." ”

Honda laughed knowingly: "I think Suzuki-kun can consider setting up a wonton stand in Kyoto after retiring, and it will definitely sell well." ”

Yoshino was even happier when he heard it: "Well, when the time comes, we will definitely take good care of his business." But he's going to give us a discount, at least in half......"

At this moment, Yoshino, who was halfway through laughter, suddenly stopped, put down the bamboo shell thermos and spoon in his hand, and picked up the binoculars hanging on his chest, leaned closer and looked out the window intently.

A spy's keen sense of smell immediately made Honda stop laughing, and he looked out in the direction of Yoshino's telescope - the road in front of him was empty except for the wonton stand set up by the spy Suzuki, only the gentle spring rain fluttering aimlessly in the air - but there was already one more person at Suzuki's wonton stall at this time, although the distance was relatively far, Honda could still vaguely distinguish that it was a small newsboy, a The ordinary little newsboy was sitting alone under the canopy of Suzuki's wonton stand, presumably cold and hungry, and he was going to have a bowl of wontons to warm up.

"Yoshino-san, could it be that little newsboy is the big fish we're waiting for?" Since Yoshino was "eating wontons" with him just now, Honda was a little "light-boned" and a little thoughtless when he spoke.

Yoshino didn't care about Honda's tone, the image of the little newsboy in the telescope had been magnified three times, so it looked very real, even the lineman with a few patches on his shabby clothes. This eight- or nine-year-old little newsboy seems to have the money to "enjoy" such a "luxury" food as small wontons for the first time. Therefore, his face was full of anticipation and happiness, and his round eyes widened and he watched directly at the old spy Suzuki who was very professional in placing wontons and condiments there.

"Honda-kun, how much is a bowl of Suzuki's small ravioli?" Yoshino asked coldly.

"Fifteen copper plates." Honda couldn't figure out why Yoshino was asking this, "Oh...... Yoshino-san, you're welcome, this bowl of small wontons is my treat. ”

But Yoshino didn't mean that, so he just heard him say: "Do you think that a little newsboy who can't even eat enough will have spare money to eat a bowl of small wontons worth fifteen copper plates?" ”