Aunt Zhang worked quickly, and in no time, two steaming bowls of wontons were served:
"These wontons taste best when they're fresh. Ladies, please have some first. My son can bring the rest later."
"Okay, thank you, ma'am. Be careful, it's hot."
Xu Milu carefully took the bowl and saw that the wontons inside were all plump, with fillings so thick they almost burst through the thin wonton skins.
Five-color wontons are actually five-colored wontons. The dough is dyed with four ingredients: mulberry, sunflower, turnip, and gourd, resulting in four colors: black, green, blue, and yellow. When white wontons are added, there are five colors.
Xu Milu sometimes orders wontons of a specific color, but most customers choose to eat the Five-Color Wonton. Some say that the "Five-Color" symbolizes the "Five Poisons," and that eating it will make one immune to all poisons. Others say that the "Five-Color" represents the Five Blessings.
Five different colored wontons floated in the soup, topped with a layer of bright green coriander. Even without smelling closely, the aroma of sesame oil and coriander mixed together was irresistible.
When eating mixed stew, it's essential to do it while it's hot. The soup is hot and fragrant. Use a spoon to scoop up a wonton, blow away the heat, and gently bite open the end that's wrapped around the meat. Underneath the paper-thin wonton skin is a filling of mixed vegetables and meat.
The first one Xu Milu ate was the duck and sunflower filling. Fresh sunflower was chopped and mixed with duck meat. The sunflower had a slightly gelatinous texture, and the duck meat was neither tough nor dry. It didn't have any fishy smell at all; instead, it had a fresh and delicious taste.
Mustard greens and mutton filling is also delicious. Mustard greens have a unique flavor that people either love or hate.
Although the best time to eat wild vegetables has passed, Aunt Zhang still uses tender mustard greens to make wontons.
The unique flavor wasn't strong; instead, it was more of a grassy aroma. Paired with fatty mutton filling, one bite filled your throat with meat juices.
Ah Qing ate to her heart's content, then bit into a plump white wonton:
"Hmm? What is this? It's smooth and tender, with a hint of sweetness in the sourness. It's a strange taste. Hey? Milu, look, the filling is red! It looks really pretty."
"This is tomato and egg filling. The yellow part is chicken (egg), and the red part is tomato."
Xu Milu also picked up a white wonton from the bowl. The moment she bit into it, the sweet and sour tomato juice burst in her mouth, while the tiny egg pieces became a mere accompaniment. After chewing a couple of times, her mouth was filled with the flavor of tomatoes.
—The wisdom of the working people is indeed boundless. Without much promotion, some people have already successfully figured out the best pairing for tomatoes.
The hot wonton soup shouldn't be wasted either. Break the freshly baked flatbread into pieces and soak it in the soup. Once the flatbread has absorbed all the broth, take a bite, and the aroma of wheat will fill your mouth, leaving you feeling incredibly satisfied.
The two of them sat on the stall, eating wontons and pancakes, and after several bowls of wontons, they felt completely satisfied.
Although Aqing had a big appetite, after eating all the soup and broth, she felt about 70-80% full and only talked to Xu Milu:
"The food in the human world is indeed delicious. No wonder many immortals find it hard to resist their cravings. I heard Mingyue say that many star officials and fairies in the Heavenly Court often run down to the mortal world to steal food."
"That's why cultivating immortality is difficult. Someone like me, who only indulges his mouth all his life, even if he really wanted to become an immortal, he couldn't live on air and dew every day. Even the finest nectar can't compare to a few drops of wine in the mortal world!"
Xu Milu replied indistinctly, a steamed bun dangling from her mouth.
This meal was just a snack for her, something to eat for fun. If she really wanted to eat properly, Zhang Da Niang's whole stall wouldn't be enough for her.
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"Wow, that's strong!"
"good!"
"That's really powerful!"
"good!!"
It was a lively time, with some street performer breaking a large stone on his chest, drawing cheers from all around.
Xu Milu raised her eyes, which fell on a certain spot, and she frowned slightly.
—It's someone I know.
He had a pair of charming and amorous eyes, fair skin, and although he was already of father age and had grown a beard, he was dressed in fine clothes and had a dashing demeanor, but there was a lot of sorrow and bitterness between his brows.
He was Wei Ying, the grandson of Wei Zheng and now the son of the Duke of Wei.
Xu Milu, Wei Ying, and Cheng Yaojin's son Cheng Chumo were once considered good friends, often enjoying flowers and wine together.
Later, Wei Ying got married, and Cheng Chumo went to the army, and the three of them never met again.
But that's not what Xu Milu was looking at.
Wei Ying was holding a little girl who looked a little over two years old. She was dressed in colorful clothes and a brocade hat. She was fair-skinned and cute, with a red dot between her eyebrows. She looked just like a chubby baby in a New Year's painting.
The child's pupils are very dark, and his eyes are full of life when he tilts his head and blinks.
This must be Wei Ying and Xu Fangnian's daughter, but there were only a few servants behind Wei Ying, and Xu Fangnian was nowhere to be seen.
The Tang Dynasty was known for its open-mindedness, and Wei Ying, being naturally naive, would never do something as foolish as forbidding his wife from going out.
Moreover, there seems to be something strange about this child.
Despite being human, it was surrounded by a faint demonic aura, like red wine poured into a mineral water bottle—it just didn't look right.
Could it be that something has happened to the Duke of Wei's mansion?
With Wei Zheng protecting this large family, which minister playing a minor demon would dare to harm the relatives of the judge of the underworld?
Perhaps Xu Milu had been staring for too long, because Aunt Zhang glanced in the direction she was looking and couldn't help but click her tongue in disapproval:
"So it's Young Master Wei. Madam Xu, you recognize him?"
It's a pitiful story, really. He married three wives, but all of them died in childbirth, leaving behind three children. I heard someone told his fortune, saying he was destined to bring misfortune to his wives.
Xu Fangnian is dead?
How is that possible?
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