half evil

Chapter 37 Wontons must be poached!

Ping'an Square, which was already terrified by the news of 'Zhang San's return', immediately became a mess with the death of the rich man.

Mo Shili stepped out of Ping An Fang.

He got up early to buy food, and was going to think about his mistakes behind closed doors.

As for why you came to Ping Anfang?
Naturally, he was attracted by the shout of "Zhang San is back".

It was definitely not that he sneaked into the rich man's house early and added some moldy cornmeal to the ginseng polenta that the rich man was making.

what?
Aflatoxin?

Do not know do not know.

He, Mo Shili, didn't understand at all.

All he knows is—

"Tsk, the law of heaven is reincarnated!"

"I was really killed by Zhang San!"

Standing at the gate of Ping'an Fang, Mo Shili turned his head and glanced at the frightened crowd, bowed to the place where Zhang San was hanged, and then walked away.

Naturally, someone saw such an action.

The panic-stricken people seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw.

One counts as one.

They all came to Ping'an Square and began to worship Zhang San.

They hope that Zhang San will calm down his anger and not implicate the innocent.

One incense stick after another was lit.

One offering after another was placed.

The fireworks are faint and straight up.

The wind picked up slightly.

Smoke drifts.

Green smoke circled the entire Ping'an Square and lingered for a long time.

……

"Boss, have a bowl of wontons and add an egg."

"Add green onions and coriander, more vinegar and chili."

On the way back to Mao'er Lane, Mo Shili found a wonton stall. He could smell the wonton soup from a long distance away. It was sour and spicy mixed with a faint meaty aroma, which was really attractive.

Without hesitation, Mo Shili sat down.

Now, he is rich!
With the 'support' of the boss and Lao Yang, let alone a bowl of wonton soup, adding an egg is the basic life.

The wonton stall is made up of a small cart, on one side the fire cooks the wontons, and on the other side the chopping board wraps the wontons.

On the noodle table, flour and stuffing are divided into categories.

Below is a folded low table and low chairs.

Seeing the guests coming, the boss immediately moved out the tables and chairs and asked Mo Shili to sit down.

After sitting down, Mo Shili's gaze happened to be at the same level as the pot for cooking wontons. The pot was covered with a wooden lid, and a horizontal piece of wood was used as a handle in the middle.

The water vapor in the pot is hot and steaming from the cracks.

As soon as the lid is lifted, you can see the soup in the pot tumbling.

When the wind blows, you can smell a more intense fragrance.

Mo Shili took out two chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and waited expectantly.

Of course, during this waiting period, Mo Shili did not forget to check the texts that have been popping up one after another since the beginning——

[Achievements obtained: Rumor. Longevity (blue), Rumor. Borrowing money (blue)]

[Rumor. Live descendant Shou: People are poisonous, and they are better than the five poisons!Even if you have already investigated the conspiracy, there are still people who are willing to believe the absurd remarks. Maybe in their view, that is the truth, what's left?It's all a cover up!Get 100 points, 1 skill point]

[Rumor. Borrowing money: People in Ping'an Square believe that Zhang San is back!That's really back!It's like you won't admit that you led it!Earn 100 points, 1 skill point]

[Accumulated three rumors, judging...]

[Judgment passed! 】

[Achievement: Rumor Maker (Purple)]

[Rumour maker: You who have effectively created rumors three times should get this!Get 500 points, 3 skill points]

……

"A pleasant surprise!"

Looking at the words that appeared in front of him, Mo Shili's face showed joy.

He originally thought that with the report of the case of "living sons and grandchildren's longevity", there would be no achievements.

After all, the investigation is clear.

How can something happen?

Unexpectedly, there are still people who believe it!

"Really, don't you know not to spread rumors or believe rumors?"

Mo Shili pursed the corners of his mouth, pretending to be serious, but no matter how he looked at it, he was acting like a good-looking man who got a bargain, and he almost turned his tail up.

Later, when he counted the harvest, the corners of his mouth couldn't hold back anymore.

His points came in 1978.

There are 6 skill points.

It's only 22 points away from opening the third floor of [Qiankun Ring].

In fact, if Mo Shili hadn't frequently used [Qiankun Jie] recently, he would have already accumulated enough points.

However, it is only a matter of time.

After he finished thinking behind closed doors, he just wandered around in front of the boss a few more times.

Compared with points, you have to accumulate them.

Skill points are enough!

Enough for him to upgrade any skill.

Including [Iron Cloth Shirt] or [Fist Strength].

Naturally, Mo Shili prefers [Iron Cloth Shirt]!
Mo Shili is very clear that this kind of fundamental skill is what he focuses on allocating resources, and it is the highest priority!
And, the previous idea, just give it a try!
Mo Shili couldn't wait to get up.

The opportunity right now is too good to be true.

He was following Wu Laoqi's order to contemplate behind closed doors.

At this time, there will be no doubts about hoarding a large amount of food.

Everyone will take it for granted.

"When I think about it behind closed doors, I will definitely amaze everyone!"

"Maybe you can get a finger on the head?"

Mo Shili thought happily to himself.

However, Mo Shili did not leave immediately.

He hasn't had his wonton soup yet.

Gulp, gulp.

The soup pot was completely opened, and the boss put the wrapped wontons into the pot one by one.

Immediately, the wontons rose and fell with the soup.

Gradually, the wonton skin becomes translucent.

The old man, dressed in civilian clothes and wearing an apron whose original color has long been lost, picked up a wooden bowl and began to fill it with salt, vinegar, chili peppers, seaweed, and dried shrimps.

A spoonful of hot soup was poured into the bowl, and with the rapid stirring of the chopsticks in the hands of the boss, the soup base melted quickly.

After ten white wontons were put into the bowl, a handful of shallots and coriander were sprinkled on top.

The poached egg enters the bowl along the rim, and the ripples that it brings stir the green shallots and coriander.

"Come on, guest officer, add eggs to your wontons!"

"You can order anything!"

The boss brought the bowl over with a smile.

At this time, the sky was a little early, and there were not many people in front of the wonton stall.

Mo Shili was the only one who was eating at the side.

The boss naturally doesn't mind saying hello.

"Okay, boss."

After Mo Shili thanked him, he picked up the chopsticks, but instead of picking up the wontons first, he took a sip of the soup along the edge of the bowl.

Salty, hot and sour.

Tastes great.

Although it was just ordinary soup, not high soup, it was enough to satisfy Mo Shili's taste buds.

"Hey, look at my brain!"

"Come here, with a spoon."

Seeing Mo Shili's appearance, the elderly boss immediately slapped his forehead and hurriedly handed over a wooden spoon.

Mo Shili didn't complain, he was completely immersed in the wonton soup, thanked him again, and continued to eat.

With the guy in hand, this time it is even more delicious.

A spoonful of soup, a spoonful of wontons.

When the poached egg was bitten open, it was still a soft-boiled egg.

The golden egg liquid diffuses between the lips and teeth.

A little egg liquid dripped into the bowl and melted instantly.

The taste just got better.

Xilihulu, Mo Shili finished a bowl of wontons in a short time.

"Boss, another bowl!"

"Same as before, add eggs!"

Without hesitation, Mo Shili shouted.

If you have money, you get two bowls!
"okay!"

The elderly boss replied with a smile.

At this time, a little girl ran out from the alley not far away with a bowl, and looked timidly at the wonton stand.

"I want a bowl of wontons."

"it is good."

A question and an answer, there is nothing abnormal.

Mo Shili didn't care either.

Just after he ate his second bowl of wontons, the little girl picked up her own bowl and was about to leave. When paying the boss, Mo Shili saw a touch of white in the little girl's hand out of the corner of his eye.

Subconsciously, Mo Shili turned his head.

Immediately, he saw clearly the money in the little girl's hand.

That is--

paper money!

(End of this chapter)