"Mom, it smells good!"
"Mommy, Mommy, it's wonton, wonton!"
Speechless
"Trying to eat again?"
"Comrade, would you like a bowl of wontons? They're freshly made and cooked to order, piping hot."
The small stall had a long table and a few small stools. Although it was simple, it could seat several people.
With a focused expression, the man deftly added firewood, boiled water, and put a dozen or so wontons into the pot. In a bowl, he added seasonings, chopped green onions, and chopped cilantro. Once the water boiled, he scooped the wontons and broth into the bowl, and the steaming heat released a variety of aromas.
The couple looked at each other.
"Auntie, then cook us two bowls."
Soon, two bowls of wontons were served, and the vendor thoughtfully gave us an extra empty bowl.
"Drink something hot, so you don't get cold."
The little one wiggled his toes and suddenly said something.
How many eggs do you want for the wontons?
The stall owner, “…”
The stall owner looked at the adult with a puzzled expression, tentatively...
"The wontons don't have eggs in them; they're in clear broth."
Qin Qinghuai, “…”
They've got into a fight with eggs.
"How much is a bowl of wontons?"
"Oh, five cents, five cents for one bowl, one cent for two bowls."
The little one was counting on her fingers; she could only count at this stage, and she didn't understand anything else yet.
"Daddy, how many eggs?"
Eggs...
"This bowl can be exchanged for an egg, and those two bowls..."
"Two, these are two eggs too! I want to eat them, I want to eat two eggs."
Simply going through the motions
"Okay, eat up, you can have as many as you want."
A three-year-old can eat two eggs, but if you give him two big bowls of wontons, he'll really make a fuss.
After finishing three large wontons and a bellyful of popcorn, the little guy complained he was full and wobbled against Qin Qinghuai.
"Daddy, my tummy is going to explode! Rice balls are coming out! Wontons are coming out!"
Qin Qinghuai couldn't stand this, so he finished eating in a few bites and took his daughter for a walk nearby.
They said they went to the market, but the couple bought almost nothing; it was all for their little one. The half-basket of popcorn was for his older brother.
A bag of fried dough twists is for Grandma.
The few strings of candied hawthorns are for my brother.
A small bag of large candies, supposedly for her uncle, but I think it probably all ended up in her own stomach.
A bag of pine nuts and walnuts, Qin Qinghuai said to his grandfather, and smiled.
"I wonder if Grandpa's teeth are still able to bite down."
Before leaving, I bought two roasted sweet potatoes, which filled my stomach again after I had just digested a little.
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