Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1049 Wontons
"Boss, check out." Sitting on a bench, Fu Yuanshan took out a few old-fashioned copper coins with a face value of 10 wen and placed them on the table. This type of copper coin was out of circulation decades ago, but it was the only way to pay for wontons here.

Although he was very hungry today, he was almost full after eating two bowls. He also packed a few bowls before.

The boss, with a white towel on his shoulder, came over to settle the bill in silence. Although he didn't say anything, he still bowed to Fu Yuanshan, and his gesture of welcoming and seeing off was standard.

"Boss, what kind of wontons do you have?" Another customer sat down at the other end of the bench.

The boss looked back at him, pointed to his mouth and waved his hand.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." The person sitting opposite asked again, "Do you have a menu? Let me see the menu."

The boss looked at him in confusion, obviously not understanding what he meant. There was never such a thing as a menu. There was only one dish, wonton, so of course there was no need for a menu.

"I say," Fu Yuanshan turned around and said, "You've come here to eat, why don't you know the rules? Who asked you to come?"

"That's me! You're not."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Yuanshan recognized him: "Ah, it's you, kid. Interesting."

He looked at the other person and said, "I remember your name is Fang Jie? The guy who chased me in a plane, right? Your name is quite auspicious."

"Yes, yes, it's me! You are the immortal, right?"

"How did you find me here?"

Fu Yuanshan knew that this wonton stall was both here and not here. To get in here, one had to use the same method as the Qinghua Cave where the Master of the Kingdom of Bhikkhu hid in Journey to the West, that is, "turn left three times, turn right three times" to get in. Not only Fu Yuanshan was taking care of the business here, but Master Sa also often came here to eat, and he also brought Shangluo here.

Fu Yuanshan did prepare a test for him, he just asked Fang Jie to find Shangluo. I didn't expect that he could find this place directly, this place is not difficult for the test.

This is a small gap hidden in the city, and it is considered as the public lounge of Fuyuan Road. Logically speaking, no one should come in casually - if someone comes in, then he is blessed. Fuyuan Road accepts people with good fortune.

"Come here? No, no. I just walked in and sat down. Someone told me not to look for wonton stalls on the street, but to walk around in the alleys, so that I can find good ones."

"You came at a great time. If you were two or three seconds late, I would have left." After saying that, he looked at Fang Jie meaningfully, "You are really lucky, kid."

He sat back down and took out another copper coin: "Boss, give him a bowl too."

The boss bowed again, wiped the table, put the towel on his shoulder, and collected the coins first.

Back behind his window, he put a little soy sauce, a little vinegar, a little salt, and a small amount of dried shrimp, seaweed, chopped green onion, egg skin and the like in a bowl, and scooped a spoonful of lard, and used the lard on the stove to make a bowl of clear wonton soup.

The wontons are freshly made. When he is not entertaining customers, he makes them behind the counter. The wrapped wontons are placed in a small ventilated drawer. When they are ready to be cooked, he gently sweeps them into the hot pot with a small bamboo board.

Wontons cook very quickly. When the skin becomes translucent, he picks up the wontons and puts them into the soup he prepared earlier. After wiping his hands, he brings up a bowl of wontons in just a minute. The wontons floating in the soup bowl are small, with only a little filling, and the main thing is to drink the soup and eat the skin.

"The wontons here are not made by hand. They are not divided by fillings, but by number. Besides, this is not a specialty of Yingtian. Isn't this thing available everywhere?"

"The wontons we have there are more like chain stores. I've never seen a small stall like this."

"That's true. Breakfast is a regional thing. If you're a few dozen kilometers away, you'll eat it differently. Then let me ask you, do you think these wontons are delicious?"

He took a bite.

Another bite. Another bite.

"." He stared at the wonton for a while, "It feels like I haven't eaten anything. It feels like I'm drinking soup, but I can't feel full."

"How many bowls do you need to eat to feel full?"

"No matter how much you eat this, it's just water. At least two bowls and four or five fried dough sticks."

"???" Fu Yuanshan was stunned for a moment. He looked at Fang Jie's figure. As a pilot, he looked very capable. "So you eat so much in the morning?"

"Yeah. Our squadron has unlimited large meat buns in the morning. They are as big as casserole dishes. I can eat 8 of them."

"Oh my goodness, he can eat so much." He calculated secretly.

He hesitated.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" He waved his hand violently, and six cups the size of a fingernail flew out of his sleeves. The cups that fell to the ground were arranged in three rows, two by two, all facing up and one facing down.

"Okay, it's you. When I eat for free, I can just eat a few bites less. Your name is Fang Jie, right? Let me ask you, do you want to become an immortal?"

"I think!"

"Then from now on, you are my apprentice."

"Then what about my squadron?"

"I will send you a transfer order from the Jinyiwei. Your military status will be transferred to the Imperial Palace. In the name of the garrison general, I will appoint you a hereditary Jinyi centurion here on the spot. Wait for the imperial edict to be sent to your home."

"There are already hereditary centurions?! I haven't done anything yet."

"You've passed the test if you can find this place. I was actually calculating your food expenses just now, and they exceeded the limit."

"Ah, will eating too much have such a big impact?!"

"Other sects don't matter. Our sect cultivates blessings. The more you eat and the more you take, the more you will distinguish people's blessings. I was a little hesitant at first, but I threw out the Three Holy Cups and asked the ancestor, so you can come in. Anyway, kid, your blessings are still to come. Hurry up and finish eating, and we'll be on the road. There's a big job waiting for us to do - you're lucky, it's such a big job when you enter the sect. When the time comes, let the master show you his skills!"

On board the Ninghe.

"Oh?" Shang Luo looked at his phone. "There are multiple people in the action group. Is it Senior Fu's sub-account? He is using his backup device."

"Who is it?" Phaethon asked.

"It seems like he just accepted this disciple. How could he accept a disciple? I remember that Fuyuan Dao has very high requirements for disciples. How lucky must one be to be chosen by him."

"A-choo." Wen Yuan, who was sitting opposite, sneezed. "Why do I suddenly feel my nose is a little itchy?"

The plane was flying at supersonic speed in the high altitude of the atmosphere. Although this was an extreme condition that was enough to make a mortal bleed, but now everyone present was a Qigong practitioner, so this condition was at the level of "slightly stimulating, but still acceptable".

(End of this chapter)