The Comprehensive Daily Life of the Salted Fish Assassin

The manor that had not been cleaned up for a long time, and the pitiful team members in the house, of course, more importantly, the team leader who was very old and died soon.

Looking at the bleak atmosphere inside the Gaocheng group, Jiang Hang did not express his opinion.

His eyes are now on the old shopkeeper.

To be honest, the old shop owner's technique is not exquisite, and the materials are even

What is more ordinary, but looking at the expectant look of the team leader, Jiang Hang is also waiting patiently for the final result.

Chapter 93: Let's Eat Barbecue~

In the end, when a ravioli with no special features was brought out, Jiang Hang's eyes were also on the team leader.

Even his little brothers were hesitant.

After all, the wontons made by so many masters in the past could not satisfy the team leader. Is there really no problem with this wonton that seems to have no characteristics at all?

Even Jiang Hang was a little curious.

He was also curious about whether the other party was beautifying his memory, and he was obsessed with this ravioli, or whether this ravioli was of great significance to him.

The team leader ignored the mood of his team members, but scooped up a spoonful of wontons with slightly trembling hands and ate them.

Then he slowly chewed the wonton in his mouth, as if recalling the taste of the past.

Just when the old shop owner looked at each other with trepidation and seemed ready to kneel down and apologize at any time, the old team leader's eyes showed a wonderful light.

"It is indeed the taste that I will never forget in my life"

He seems to be returning to the light, and the way he was originally sick is gone.

It has completely disappeared.

Seeing the other party gobbling down the bowl of wontons, the younger brothers gathered around the other party also showed a happy expression.

After eating the bowl in front of him, he looked at the shopkeeper who was still a little timid: "It's still the same taste as before, serve me more, and you all come to eat! "

Until this time, the old shop owner was relieved, he responded with joy, and then started to make wontons.

It didn't take long, not to mention the younger brothers in the Gaocheng group, even Jiang Hang and the two girls behind him were served a steaming ravioli.

Seeing that the younger brothers were also eating wontons, Jiang Hang seemed to feel that the old decadent atmosphere in this manor was gradually dissipating.

Jiang Hang also ate the bowl of wontons under the watchful eyes of the team leader.

But to be honest, the taste of this bowl of wontons can only be regarded as average. It is almost only the moment of the population. Jiang Hang can feel the taste of the almost thick seasonings in the wontons.

God knows how much MSG the other party put in. It would be fine if he just ate a little bit, but after eating a big bowl, he even felt that he might keep the "umami" of this seasoning in his mouth until the evening.

But looking at the high-spirited appearance of the team leader at this time, even Jiang Hang, who is a master of poison, can't help but be a little confused.

When did MSG act as a stimulant?

Is it because of feelings, or because the taste of the other party has deteriorated after getting old, so do you think this wonton is delicious?

Or, there is a deeper reason

When everything was over, according to the price negotiated before, the old shopkeeper left the place with a large sum of money in a panic, and the remaining one million yen in remuneration also fell into the hands of Jiang Hang.

When he got the money, in an environment of no one around, the leader of the Gaocheng team, who had regained his spirits, sent an inquiry to Jiang Hang.

"What do you think about the taste of wontons, I don't think they are so delicious for you, right?"

"To be honest, the taste of this wonton is really average," Jiang Hang said truthfully, and at the same time his eyes were set on the other side, "but I think, Gao Cheng, you should have been pretending to be sick before, right? So you want to eat wontons after a lot of trouble, maybe there are other reasons?"

But Jiang Hang saw the elderly team leader shaking his head: "You are only half right, I am indeed pretending to be sick, but that bowl of wontons is indeed something I have always wanted to eat again. ."

His eyes looked into the distance, but it was more like recalling his past.

Chapter 93: Let's Eat Barbecue~

"Fifty years ago, before I became the leader of the Gaocheng group

, is just a little bastard who can be seen everywhere. He has no money and can afford to eat. The only thing with more meat is wontons. Although their wontons are not very delicious, the weight is more than others. And with more seasonings, it tastes more delicious," he said with a smile on his face, "Then at that time, when I was eating wontons, I was notified that I was going to fight somewhere, so I hurried. After eating the wontons, I went out to fight with the army. "

"After that, I slowly became the leader, and then I came out to stand on my own, and I had more money in my hands, so I didn't go there to eat wontons again. After I remembered this, I realized that there was a long time ago. It's already sold out^"

"At the time, I only had some regrets, but I didn't expect that after I got old, the regrets became stronger and stronger, and that bowl of wontons became something that I have been thinking about all the time. Now that I eat this bowl of wontons, I also There is nothing to regret." He laughed a few times, "Mr. Detective, I originally wanted to keep you for dinner as a thank you, but after eating this bowl of wontons, I feel full of With the motivation, there are still many things to deal with in the group, so please forgive me for the poor reception."

Having said that, the elderly team leader strode out of the room as if he had returned to his youth.

Leaving Gaocheng Group, Jiang Hang looked back at this mansion with decades of history.

He suddenly understood what the old team leader meant.

When I was young, I went out to fight after eating wontons, and the last gangster eventually became the team leader.

Now that he is old, it is estimated that the Gaocheng group has also encountered some powerful opponent. He can only rely on pretending to be sick to show weakness.

The reason why I want to eat such a bowl of wontons with excessive seasoning now is probably to regain the fighting spirit of the past.

Looking at the current situation of the Gaocheng Group, I am afraid that this wonton will also be their last dinner.

Jiang Hang didn't tell the two girls about his guess. The first thing he did after leaving the bureau city group was to find a nearby convenience store and buy a few bottles of water for himself and the two girls. Rinse your mouth.

Jiang Hang doesn't care about anything that is not fighting, but now his mouth is full of seasonings, and he is already a little uncomfortable in the Shangcheng group.

"Sure enough, you also think that the bowl of wontons is very flavorful," Mu Chun Yuno also muttered in a low voice, "I felt a little nauseated after eating it."