The three of them ate two more bowls, and only when they were too full did they continue chatting.
There were only a few customers at the stall, and Avril and her two companions quickly became familiar with Ding Yi'en and his group. Even Snooker, who was socially awkward, was able to strike up a conversation.
Knowing that Avril and her two companions had personally tasted other dishes made by the streamer, Ding Yien and the others didn't say anything on the surface, but they were secretly very envious.
"Host, when will we be able to try other dishes you make?"
Ding Yi'en spoke, and everyone else's gaze fell on Ling Miao as well.
Ling Miao thought for a moment, the aroma of barbecue still wafting from the stall nearby. Her eyes lit up, and she made her decision immediately.
"tomorrow!"
"I guarantee you'll all love tomorrow's food!"
After all, who can resist the temptation of braised food!
This is a delicacy that can rival barbecue!
Ling Miao looked confident, which made them very curious, but no matter how much they pressed her for information, Ling Miao refused to reveal any details.
They had no choice but to angrily order another bowl of wontons each.
As for the stall owners around who accidentally overheard these audacious words, they all rolled their eyes.
Is it true that everyone likes to use pennies?
Unless they can come up with a dish similar to barbecue that can entice diners just by its aroma!
Ling Miao was unaware of their thoughts when another customer arrived at the stall.
He was wearing sunglasses that covered most of his face, but you could tell from his exposed skin and hair that he was an older man, like a grandfather.
Instead of choosing one of the more popular stalls around him, he went straight to Ling Miao's stall.
Perhaps he is a person who prefers tradition.
Ling Miao thought to herself as she cooked the wontons.
The old man wearing sunglasses sat down at the table, looking around at something.
Ding Yi'en, sitting across from them, leaned over mysteriously and said, "You made the right choice by coming to this place!"
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
The person behind the sunglasses seemed curious about his statement, "Looking at the stalls around, this one has the fewest people."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have come over to rest; he's old and gets tired after walking for a while.
Pang Wensheng rubbed his knees as he listened to the young man in front of him 'bragging'.
"Let me tell you, don't be fooled by the small number of people, those are the live streamers... oh no, I mean the stall owners don't know how to market!"
"The food made by the stall owner is delicious!"
Turns out she was a live streamer.
Upon hearing the key words, Pang Wensheng's initial slight interest instantly subsided.
It's not that he looks down on livestreamers, but rather that there are very few people who truly dedicate themselves to making delicious food.
Moreover, in that fickle industry, everyone aims to become an overnight sensation.
He listened calmly to the young man's sales pitch, convinced that he was a plant hired by the livestreamer.
But he couldn't understand it. He was already sitting at the stall, and he wasn't a customer who hadn't made a purchase yet; his wontons were even already cooking in the pot.
Is it even worthwhile to continue trying to sell to him?
"Your wontons are ready, please enjoy."
A soft female voice rang out, and Pang Wensheng saw the young man in front of him stop talking with regret, even swallowing his saliva involuntarily.
He was a little suspicious, and followed the other person's gaze to the wontons in front of him.
Since he wasn't hungry, he ordered the smallest portion of wontons. Each wonton was small, wrapped in a thin, translucent wrapper, and had a pale pink color. The soup was slightly yellow, indicating that it wasn't made with traditional bone broth.
He became curious. The wontons in front of him looked and smelled delicious, and you could tell that the person who made them put a lot of effort into them. The colors were simple and pretty, yet they caught his eye.
It's often said that laymen watch the spectacle, while experts see the details.
As a seasoned culinary expert with years of experience, his cooking skills are so humbly stated that if he's second best in the interstellar world, no one would dare claim to be first.
Except for that old nemesis with whom I've always been at odds.
"snort"
Seemingly recalling some unpleasant past event, his relaxed expression instantly changed color, and he picked up the soup spoon beside him, scooped up a wonton, and put it in his mouth.
Ultimately, the truth will come out in person.
Smooth and silky – that's the first impression on my tongue when I touch the wonton wrapper. The wrapper is supple and doesn't become soggy from being cooked for too long. Next, the broth...
The broth glides down, flowing into your lips and teeth. The rich chicken soup is incredibly delicious, and upon closer tasting, you can almost taste the flavor of the pork bones.
The minced meat is tender and smooth, without any fishy smell caused by improper handling, and even in terms of texture, it is not overly dry, which is the most common problem during the cooking process.
He was very satisfied, eating bite by bite, and before he knew it, the oversized sunglasses hanging on his face had slipped down.
"Master Pang?"
Pang Wensheng subconsciously looked up and met a suspicious face.
The other person's expression shifted from suspicion to surprise, and they spoke instantly—
"It's Master Pang Wensheng!"
The shout carried across all the surrounding stalls, and everyone who heard it looked up in disbelief.
Master Pang Wensheng?!
Are you kidding me?
But what if?
The stall owners and the surrounding diners looked at each other in bewilderment. What if it really was true?
They crowded together, looking at each other, and walked toward the source of the sound.
Pang Wensheng sighed helplessly, looking regretfully at the half-eaten bowl of wontons left in front of him.
It seems my plans for today are completely ruined; I haven't even had a proper chat with the stall owner yet.
The old man slowly stood up, looked at the stunned person in front of him, smiled slightly, and then...
They fled the scene with lightning speed.
Still filled with doubt, the crowd, seeing that familiar fleeing figure, went into a frenzy and gave chase.
"It really is Master Pang Wensheng!"
"Master, wait for me! I'm your biggest fan!"
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