Chapter 205 Master Deng Causes More Trouble
If you're feeling down and go out to have some fun to cheer yourself up, but end up at your neighbor's wonton stall, what should you do?
Thin-skinned and tender wontons float in the soup. The translucent wonton skins are as soft and thin as gauze. Pickled mustard greens and dried shrimp float in the soup, and the rising steam releases an enticing aroma.
The fragrant wontons are already served in front of me, how could I not eat them?
Lou Yansui picked up a spoon, scooped up a wonton, and put it in her mouth.
The boys, who had been making a ruckus just moments before, suddenly became as if they had been given a silent drug, each eating their wontons without uttering a sound.
The night was so quiet that the voices of the wonton stall owner and her son could be clearly heard.
"Little Book, what brings you here?"
"I've come to take you back."
"There are still customers here... You've come at the right time. Could you make some more wontons for me? There will be workers coming off the night shift later."
"oh."
The mother and son sat on small stools, silently wrapping wontons.
The boys over here also silently slurped and slurped...
wrong!
Jiang Cheng cursed inwardly and straightened his back.
What are they feeling guilty about?!
They're customers, they came to patronize the restaurant, not to cause trouble. They came openly to eat wontons, why can't they eat them?
"Ah Sui?" Jiang Cheng lowered his voice and said, "Should we leave?"
Lou Yansui glanced at him: "Didn't you order another bowl?"
Jiang Cheng shrank back, looking dejected, thinking to himself: Wasn't it because I was afraid you'd mind?
He had been sulking all day because Teacher Shen chose He Mingshu over him when he had to choose between two options. He hadn't gotten over that anger yet, and now that he saw He Mingshu again, how could he not think about what happened during the day?
Ugh, what bad luck!
Of all the places he could have chosen, he had to pick He Mingshu's wonton stall.
But then again, these wontons are quite delicious...
Lou Yansui didn't say he was leaving, and the boys didn't dare to move, each burying their heads and slurping down their wontons.
After finishing one bowl, the second bowl was cooked and brought to them by He Mingshu again. Although they were classmates, no one greeted each other first, acting as if they were strangers from the same school.
For the second bowl of wontons, Jiang Cheng added chili oil and vinegar to the bowl. Lou Yansui saw this and followed suit.
Everyone looked at his face, but they couldn't tell what he was feeling just from his expression.
The boys wondered: Was she still angry? Or had she already calmed down?
Sigh, it's all Teacher Shen's fault. Why did she have to choose a teaching assistant instead of their Ah Sui? What makes Ah Sui inferior to He Mingshu? Just because He Mingshu can make wontons?
However, these wontons are quite delicious, slurp slurp...
The aroma of the wontons wafted around, attracting more people to come over.
Several drunken burly men arrived. The leader swaggered over and sat down at a small table, slamming his hand on the table.
"Boss lady, a bowl of wontons, please!"
He Mingshu and her son stood up, but did not immediately start making wontons. They watched the group of new customers warily.
This group of people were none other than Boss Deng and his henchmen, who had previously collected protection money from them.
Since they were driven away, they have behaved themselves and have not caused any more trouble, keeping their promise not to set foot on this street again.
Unexpectedly, they've come again now.
Old Deng smirked, looking at them coldly: "What's wrong? Cook it? Aren't you going to do business?"
He Mingshu and his mother exchanged a glance.
Before Mrs. He could even put the wontons in the pan, Mr. Deng's expression suddenly changed, and he flipped the table in front of him over.
"If you're not going to do it, then don't set up this stall at all!"
The small table overturned, and the bottles containing chili oil and vinegar that were placed on it also fell to the ground, emitting a pungent smell.
The stall was small, and the commotion disturbed the boys who were engrossed in eating wontons nearby, causing them to all look up.
"What are you trying to do?" He Mingshu shielded his mother behind him, watching Deng Ye and the others warily.
Master Deng propped his feet up on the overturned table and sneered, "What are you doing? You're such a brilliant scholar, how could you not guess?"
He Mingshu: "Didn't you promise last time that you wouldn't cause us any more trouble?"
Master Deng roared, "How dare you bring up last time!"
It would have been better if we hadn't mentioned it, because as soon as we did, Deng would get angry.
On the street, in front of so many people, he was beaten so badly he was left with nothing but teeth and teeth, losing all face and almost unable to make a living on that street.
The group of people who beat him up kept saying they were from the Green Gang, and the little girl who suddenly appeared even claimed to be a young lady from the Green Gang.
He spoke so eloquently that he completely intimidated the man, who was terrified of offending the Green Gang. After that, he behaved himself and dared not approach the wonton stall again.
But later, after thinking it over, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. If this little wonton stall really had the Green Gang backing it up, would it have obediently paid him protection money before? There was definitely something fishy going on!
As it turned out, he inquired and found out!
The Green Gang doesn't have any prostitutes; those people were lying to him!
Master Deng said fiercely, "Fine, you're really something, daring to send a bunch of people to impersonate the Green Gang to fool me. If I hadn't been quick-witted, I would have almost fallen for your tricks. Let me tell you, this isn't over!"
He Mingshu pursed his lips.
In fact, even he didn't understand why the Green Gang had helped him last time. But he really didn't know anyone in the Green Gang, and even if he wanted to find a backer now, he couldn't.
He Mingshu glanced at his classmates out of the corner of his eye and asked nervously, "What do you want?"
"One hundred yuan."
Old Deng held up one finger and waved it triumphantly at him: "Give me a hundred yuan, and I'll let bygones be bygones and pretend this never happened."
He Mingshu was shocked: "Where would we get a hundred yuan!"
Mrs. He exclaimed in alarm, "Uncle Deng, please have mercy! One hundred yuan is far too much!"
"No?"
Suddenly, Uncle Deng sneered and stomped down hard, breaking the legs of the small table in front of him.
"Let me tell you, you have to take this money whether you like it or not. Otherwise, don't even think about keeping this wonton stall open."
"Smash it!" With a wave of his hand, Boss Deng's henchmen responded and began smashing the items on the wonton stall.
The hot soup pot was overturned and splashed with boiling soup, startling He's mother into letting out a scream. He Mingshu quickly turned around, hugged his mother, and shielded her.
"Don't smash it, don't smash it!" Mother He cried and pleaded, "Uncle Deng, please have mercy and don't smash it!"
A group of teenagers nearby, holding bowls, were completely stunned.
Lou Yansui kicked her friend next to her and said, "Go call the police, hurry up."
"Huh? Oh!"
The boy stood up in a panic and ran wildly toward the nearby police station.
Lou Yansui kicked Jiang Cheng again and squeezed herself out of the crowded seats.
"stop!"
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