Snooker regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.
What's so great about wontons? They're not as delicious as the barbecue on the side.
The aroma of barbecue wafting from the nearby stalls brought this feeling to its peak.
He lowered his head, staring blankly at the table and chairs, telling himself that next time he must be more thick-skinned and not let others lead him by the nose like this again!
He was filled with regret when a bowl of wontons suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
"Your wontons are ready. Please enjoy."
Snooker was still a little stunned. Hearing this, he looked up, thanked the other person, and then picked up a spoon to scoop soup into the bowl.
It would be such a waste not to eat what we've paid for.
Although the bowl of wontons looked appealing, snooker didn't have high hopes for it.
Food that's commonplace in interstellar space can't be considered particularly delicious, no matter how good it is.
With that thought in mind, he casually scooped up a wonton and put it in his mouth.
Some of the hot soup landed on the tip of his tongue, making him flinch. He quickly stuck out his tongue, and his dulled sense of taste seemed to awaken just then.
A faint, fresh aroma began to spread, wafting over the still-breathing tip of the tongue, gradually taking over the entire taste bud.
He chewed slowly, the thin, translucent wonton wrapper splitting open to reveal the tender meat filling inside. The wontons weren't large, just the right size to fit in his mouth; when he bit into one, he could even feel a little bit of meat juice flowing out.
The soup, already rich and flavorful, flowed down my throat, making me feel completely refreshed.
Snooker stared blankly for a while before snapping out of it and looking down at the small wontons in the bowl.
Is this really wonton?
Small and round, the pale pink wontons lie obediently in the bowl, swimming around with the ripples of the soup. They are not only beautiful to look at, but also taste absolutely delicious.
What kind of life did I live before?
He let out a wail, buried his head, and began to devour the wontons.
His frenzied behavior left passersby speechless.
"These wontons are the best I've ever had!"
Snooker finished the last drop of soup in his bowl and exclaimed.
Before I could say anything else, I was embarrassed by the stares of the people around me.
His social anxiety kicked in instantly, and he couldn't even bring himself to say "another bowl, please."
Is it really delicious?
Those who heard his voice couldn't help but ask.
He was just passing by when he saw Snooker devouring wontons without even looking up, and he became interested and stood there watching.
When I finally heard him say that, I couldn't resist my curiosity and came closer.
"certainly!"
When it came to delicious food, Snooker instantly forgot his earlier embarrassment and began enthusiastically recommending it to the newcomers.
The boss's wontons are so delicious, the whole galaxy should know about them!
"Then I'll have a bowl too."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sneer.
The two turned around, and the stall owner opposite them had a mocking look on his face.
He saw the performance just now; this person must be a shill hired by the stall owner to act.
"If it's really that delicious, why is there only one person at the stall?"
After saying that, he didn't say anything more.
He had even turned his head away, showing that he didn't want to say anything more.
The person asking the question paused, then looked around and indeed noticed that compared to the bustling crowds at other stalls, this stall was deserted and completely empty.
He paused, but before he could speak, Snooker couldn't help but interject:
"You think I'm a shill hired by the boss just because you haven't even eaten any?"
"If you're so capable, eat a bowl yourself!"
"snort"
The man turned his head away, completely ignoring Snooker.
Snooker was so angry his face turned red. He was tongue-tied and couldn't say anything useful, so he could only watch helplessly as the guest who was so close left.
"Boss, I'm sorry."
Snooker lowered his head in disappointment, looking at the approaching boss with great shame.
"fine."
Ling Miao didn't say much; she had learned to ignore other people's prejudices.
She had already thought of this when she chose wontons as today's dish yesterday.
It's no big deal.
But Snooker didn't hear it that way; he felt that the owner who made the most delicious food had been greatly insulted.
But he didn't know what to say, so he could only ask for two more bowls of wontons.
Ling Miao was naturally overjoyed and turned around to start cooking wontons.
Seeing that there was no good show to watch, the people around all turned their attention away.
Snooker's two bowls of wontons were ready in no time. Ling Miao placed them in front of him and just as she turned around, she heard a familiar voice.
"Manager!"
Ling Miao looked up and saw Avril and her two companions, all dressed in black uniforms, walking eagerly toward her.
"You've finally arrived at the capital planet!"
"We miss you so much that we can't sleep."
Avril hugged Ling Miao tightly, her face filled with genuine longing.
"You're craving Miaomiao's cooking, aren't you?"
Susan teased, and they both laughed, "Both! Both!"
"Give each of us three a bowl!"
Avril made her decision with a wave of her hand, only to realize that there were people at all the surrounding stalls except for a young boy sitting at the shopkeeper's stall.
The other person noticed her gaze and lowered their head somewhat embarrassedly.
"Manager, why are you so quiet?"
Susan placed the prepared wontons into the boiling water, and upon hearing Avril's question, explained:
"There's nothing we can do; everyone thinks what we make is too ordinary."
Avril was somewhat surprised by this answer.
Back on Tadar, the dishes the manager made, apart from fried rice, were all names she had never heard of.
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