Then, the two took care of themselves carefully, and walked towards Wang's wonton stall, which was something they had never eaten, but when they passed by on weekdays, they would both be attracted by the faint smell of meat.

Just like Yang Ze said, both of them regarded this time as a Chinese New Year's Eve Chinese New Year's Eve meal, usually they had never eaten such a good thing, it was nothing more than wild vegetable soup, and the best thing was to go to the steamed bun shop to buy a meat bun and share it.

Even so, it was only on the day of the New Year that they were willing to spend ten yuan to buy one, and now if they didn't earn a few taels of silver, they wouldn't dare to be so "extravagant" if they were killed.

The Wang's wontons are next to the Yuelai Restaurant, and there is a small stall, but because of its good taste, many people go to eat, and there is actually only one person taking care of this stall, an old woman.

As far as Yang Ze knows, this old woman set up a stall here many years ago, but at that time her husband was still alive, the two were extremely affectionate, and their story was also a good story in the town, but then the old woman's husband died, and her son was also taken away by conscription, and there was only one daughter-in-law left in the family, and the grandson who was born not long ago, and she was the only one who came out to work and support a family of three.

Yang Ze had a good impression of this old woman, he was still the same age as Li Bufan when he first came, and it was this old woman's relief that kept him from starving to death.

The two happily came to the shop, and smelled the aroma of wontons from a distance, which became stronger and stronger.

There was a blackened stove under the thatched tent, and an iron pot that could not tell her age, and in front of her was an old woman in her seventies, with her back bent, her face wrinkled, and her eyes were even deeper, which made people feel a sense of desolation when they saw it.

This is the owner of this Wang's wonton shop: Zhang Fengxiang

"Mrs. Zhang, come two bowls of ten-wen wontons."

Yang Ze greeted Zhang Fengxiang from afar.

Hearing someone call her, Zhang Fengxiang turned around slowly and squinted.

After looking at it for a while, he said with a smile on his face: "Yang Wazi! It's only been a long time since you've seen you, and you've grown so big? ”

"Mrs. Zhang, haven't I been here every day, and I even greeted you the day before yesterday." Yang Ze replied helplessly.

Zhang Fengxiang was slightly embarrassed after hearing this, and laughed at himself: "Oh, is it? My wife, my memory is getting worse and worse, and I don't have a long time. ”

"What are you talking about, Mrs. Zhang, don't say these unlucky words, by the way, Mrs. Zhang, this is my brother Li Bufan, he came to Surabaya a few years ago."

Yang Ze immediately interrupted, no matter how Zhang Fengxiang grew up, he also watched him from a young age, and he also had a lot of feelings, so how could he be willing to let Zhang Fengxiang leave.

"It turned out to be a friend of Yang Wazi, come and come, you guys come here to sit, you can hear the sound of storytelling in the building, many people like to sit here, you wait for my wife, the wonton has just come down, and it will be ready in a while."

Zhang Fengxiang stopped what he was doing, looked at Li Bufan who was standing next to Yang Ze, entertained the two, sat down at the table closest to Yuelai, and then returned to the stove to make wontons.

"Thank you, Mrs. Zhang."

"Thank you, Granny Zhang."

Li Bufan and Yang Ze responded in unison.

The wontons were quickly ready, and Zhang Fengxiang brought the wontons to the table and watched them start to work before leaving.

This wonton is very delicately made, although it is not big, but the filling is very sufficient, it tastes slippery and delicious.

Li Bufan and Yang Ze sat upright, looked at the steaming wonton in front of them, swallowed their saliva and began to eat, chatting while eating, but both of them ate very slowly, they both wanted to slowly taste this long-awaited "Chinese New Year's Eve meal"

"Welcome to the shop, everyone eat and drink well, and the storytelling will start immediately."

A woman's voice came from the Yuelai Restaurant, and before the words fell, there was a burst of shouting from the restaurant, which was very lively.

"Hey, Yang Ze, the storytelling is about to begin."

Li Bufan excitedly put down the spoon and patted Yang Ze, who was sitting opposite.

"The book was picked up, just the white-clothed immortal rose in the wind, covered the sea by the fog, so at ease, many mortals knelt down to worship when they saw this scene, the immortal cuffs waved, sprinkled countless gold and silver treasures, and then laughed with everyone......

At the beginning of the storytelling, the agitation in the restaurant instantly subsided, and only the crowd applauded in that wonderful section.

Li Bufan and Yang Ze, who were sitting outside the building, also slowed down the speed of eating wontons more and more, and listened carefully, but they were no better than those rich people who were in the restaurant, but the two of them also knew enough.

Li Bufan listened to the deeds and adventures of the immortals in the story, and couldn't help but fantasize in his mind about what the life of the immortals was like.

"Yang Ze, do you say that immortals are really as carefree as they say and live a long life?" Li Bufan asked.

Yang Ze nodded hesitantly: "It should be, anyway, that's what those adults said." But I think that immortals also have troubles, you think, there are no simple things in this world, if we want to eat enough, those scholars have to worry about whether they are on the list, and the rich people are also afraid of who will rob them of their business, and immortals may also have things they are afraid of. ”

Hearing Yang Ze say this, Li Bufan thought it made sense, he was not a so-called immortal, how could he guess their lives?

"By the way, what do you want to do in the future? You can't be a beggar all the time, can you? Li Bufan's eyes widened, and he was half-propped up on the table.

"Me? Hmm~ I will also make a lot of money in the future, buy a fame, eat big fish and meat every day, and listen to others call me master. It's not a hard time like this. What about you? What do you want? ”

Yang Ze thought about it, said with a hippie smile, and then asked Li Bufan again.

"At ease, like a fairy in the script, live for him to be 1,800 years old, hehe."

"Hahaha, just you? When a god? Don't think about that kind of thing. Besides, have you ever seen a fairy, how can you be it? ”

Yang Ze laughed at Li Bufan, but there was no malice in his tone, just laughing at his unrealistic ideas.

"I can't think about it if I haven't seen it, hmph, I still want to be a peerless immortal, from heaven to earth, omnipotent." Li Bufan replied angrily.

Yang Ze didn't say anything more, just laughed on the side.

Although the two deliberately slowed down the pace of eating, in the middle of every word, time gradually passed, and they ate the wontons in the bowl very cleanly, and there was not even the soup base left.

Yang Ze walked to Zhang Fengxiang with his stomach, handed her the money, turned around and pulled Li Bufan to walk home slowly.

"Oops~ Tonight, I can get a good night's sleep." Yang Ze stretched, looked up at the night sky and said.

Zhang Fengxiang took the copper coins and counted them, but found that the original copper coins of twenty wen were five more, and shouted to the two people in the distance, but there was no response, only to see Yang Ze stretching his lazy hand and waving.

"This Yang baby."

Just a chuckle, shaking his head.