Chapter 1233

The mouth was soothed by the undulating skin and soup, and then he gently bit the meat filling inside. No matter how well-rolled the dough is, it is all in vain if the meat filling is not good. If it is too thin, it will be too thick. If there is too much fat and oil, it will be too rich. The five-flowered belly with alternate fat and thin is just right, and the shrimp threads are drawn cleanly. Another bite of the shrimp was as if the deepest treasure could not escape the prying eyes of Captain Jin. The freshness and elasticity of the beautiful thing had nowhere to hide. Yang Ming let out a long sigh, I feel warm all over my body.

"I haven't had such delicious wontons in a long time." He thought to himself, but he couldn't stop at all.

In the old days in China, the most indispensable street food was wontons. Yang Ming still remembers the "camel burden" carried by the vendors walking the streets at that time. What time-honored brands, what century-old stores, they are all things made up of words in recent years. It was difficult to call a wonton shop a "store" in those days. A long, swaying pole carried the responsibility of the shop owner and his family. A small life in the vicissitudes of life.

The wonton sellers go out early in the morning. One end of the pole is a stove with firewood. Although it is a bit simple, the big pot is slowly steaming on it, while the other end is smoky and stained with firewood ashes. In the cupboard, there were dough and meat fillings, condiments, and wrapped wontons. There were so many bottles and jars that he was dazzled by the sight of them.

Wonton sellers are not as shouty as those who sharpen kitchen knives. They often hold a bamboo clapper in their hands - a bamboo tube with both ends hollowed out. I don't know what other treatments have been used. When the stick is tapped upward, the unique sound will pass through the green brick alleys, white walls and black tiles, and reach the eardrums of hungry people.

If someone calls out for a bowl of wontons, the movements of the vendor who was still walking leisurely on the bluestone road will immediately become numb. As soon as the burden was placed on the ground, he held the kettle and poured boiling water into the pot. The fire underneath was brightly fanned. When the water boiled, the wrapped wontons were rushed in one by one. Jump. Those wontons with thin skin and tender meat looked like small buds that had not yet bloomed at first. Soon, the heat wave caused the flowers and leaves to stretch out and bloom in layers. A cloud-like white mist also rose in the air, and the alluring aroma came. This faint curl flows out along the wall.

The side dishes were already put away when the wontons were being cooked, including seaweed and shrimp skin, plus a little bit of diced mustard, washed with half a ladle of hot soup, and then the cooked wontons were put in, and the little lilies were squeezed together like this. Heads popped out of the bowl. If it's a cold night in autumn or winter, the store will considerately add a drop or two of red oil.

When Yang Ming was still young, he would always look at the wonton sellers when he saw them. He was always watching how they lit up the smoke from the ground and brought out bowls of steaming soup like magic. I couldn't take my eyes away from the wontons, and I almost shed my tears.

At this time, his father would always pull him back, and he would not say a word, letting his little hand be pulled forward, but his head kept looking back as if it was stuck with glue, until his father sighed. In one breath, he took him to the wonton stall and asked for a bowl of wontons.

"I really admire you, you kid, you know how to eat every day!" The third uncle would always look at him with such hatred, watching him holding the small bowl and eating happily without even thinking about it. No, he sighed again, "Give me a taste of two too."

Nowadays, this wood stove has long been forgotten by the world, and has fallen into the long river of loneliness with everything in the past. There are no wonton sellers walking down the street carrying poles, but the name "Chaihuo Wonton" has been passed down from generation to generation. , retained as a signboard in some wonton shops.

It's just that although the name is still there, the inside has already changed. But under the mountains of this country across the sea, he has rediscovered the greed that he once held the wonton bowl and refused to let go.

"It's been such a long time."

From then to now, the children who were babbling and learning elementary school have grown into the young people they are today. They have gone through all kinds of experiences and experienced many hardships, and everything they have done is just for the sake of "no regrets".

He is no longer the child who can stand unscrupulously in the middle of the road and lick the bowl. He can no longer act willfully just because he has the protective umbrella of others. Today, he has become the kind of person he never imagined before.

It's just that I'm a little tired.

Yang Ming couldn't help but think about it. If God had clearly drawn the destination of the two roads in front of his eyes, then a few years ago he would have chosen to be an ordinary traveler in peace. Or will we embark on the same path as now?

He thought he would hesitate about this question for a long time, but in his mind he came up with the answer in a matter of seconds - he would still make the same choice.

"Boss, pay the bill." Yang Ming put the bowl on the table with not even a drop of soup left. "How much is it?"

"500 yen is enough. Do you want to pay in cash or scan the QR code?" asked the old man at the counter.

The price really surprised him. 500 yen was so substantial. I'm afraid it wasn't what it was like five years ago.

"Scan the QR code." He took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

When he walked out of the restaurant again, Yang Ming's palms rarely felt warm. He looked in the direction of Mount Fuji again. Unfortunately, it was getting late and he couldn't see anything clearly, but he still thought silently in his heart.

"After being away for a few days, there should be several reminders for electricity and water bills in the place where I stayed. There will be a lot of dust, so I will have to clean it up when I go back."

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The winter night in Guanzhong has a slightly damp coolness, as if there is a slight amount of water vapor climbing up the clothes, and then sliding down the bamboo leaves and joints. The coldness of late autumn and the flying geese complement each other perfectly. Suddenly, Lord Xuanming has enjoyed three thousand jade nights in the world, and is finally willing to take over Lord Shaohao's position, and with his wave of his hand comes this calm and celestial spirit in the world.

The sky is a deep darkness after the sunset, and the still moon is hidden behind the clouds. Eight hundred miles of wilderness stretches across the four borders, and when you look up, you can see the winding mountains and hills. The forests and fields are dotted among the meandering rivers, and the knee-high winter grass is still covered with round dewdrops. The evening wind blows from the southern mountains of Mount Fuji, causing ripples in the wilderness.

The flat roads that extend in all directions from east to west lead to the "Tokyo Tower" that has stood tall for hundreds of years.

The chirping of the wind and the chirping of insects have all disappeared under this towering tower. The lights on the top of the tower are turned on, and the soaring flames shoot straight into the sky, illuminating the gray land.