Jiang Yang opened the car door with his car keys, and the children screamed excitedly.
The children were probably called back by their parents when they saw Jiang Yang return.
Jiang Yang got into the car and placed the vegetables in the passenger seat before returning to the villa.
The photos of Jiang Yang driving a luxury car to buy groceries were also posted online by passersby.
It was rare to see such a luxury car on the street, especially at the entrance of the market.
A handsome man with a luxury car to buy groceries was really a hot topic.
Soon, many people saw it.
Jiang Yang's face had already been trending twice.
The Internet had memories. Someone had already recognized Jiang Yang and tagged him under the photo.
The fans also ran over to watch.
"F * ck, it's really our Boss Jiang!"
"I've always thought that Boss Jiang's stall was too willful and couldn't earn much money. I didn't expect him to be so rich!”
"F * ck, I just saw this car worth tens of millions. Is Mr. Jiang that rich?”
"Such a rich person is actually setting up a stall every day. He's really too hardworking!”
"I didn't expect Mr. Jiang to be so handsome and rich. I love him!”
"I wonder if Mr. Jiang still needs a wife. I love setting up stalls."
...
It was rare to see such a young and rich person these days, and it was even rarer to see someone with such a special hobby.
Which rich person would like to go out and set up stalls for nothing?
Jiang Yang became popular all of a sudden. Many young people with ideas planned to look for Jiang Yang's stall location to ride on the popularity. It would be even better if they could hook up with him.
When Jiang Yang got home, he started to mix the fillings and wrap the small wontons.
At this moment, the tricycle had been replaced by a tall soup pot with layers of drawers beside it.
One layer was for the small wontons, and the other layer was for seaweed, dried shrimp, egg skin, and so on.
When he was almost done wrapping the small wontons, Jiang Yang began to smash the large box of eggs he had bought into the bucket. After stirring them evenly, he began to spread out the egg skins in the pan. He repeated the process of spreading out all the egg skins one by one and cut them into shreds.
This preparation took a lot of time.
He bought the seaweed and dried shrimp from the system store.
There were also some local chicken feathers that were washed and placed in the basket.
She was almost done packing. It was almost 11 o'clock.
Jiang Yang changed his clothes and rode his tricycle out of the neighborhood.
Fu Yuan Mountain, which was not far from Floating Spirit Mountain, was a large funeral parlor. In addition, there was a funeral parlor at the foot of Fire Burial Mountain and a cemetery at the top.
It was late at night, and the further they drove down the road, the less people there were.
He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt that the cold wind was much stronger, and it was buzzing.
When they arrived at the entrance of the funeral parlor, other than the street lamps, it was pitch-black and silent. There was not even an animal, let alone a human figure.
Jiang Yang looked around and fell silent.
He silently took a photo and posted it on Weibo with his location.
It would be difficult to find him in the middle of the night. If he did not bring his address, no one would be able to find him. Wouldn't he be very lonely?
It wasn't even 12 o'clock yet. Some people hadn't even gotten off work and were working overtime.
It was the beginning of the night life, and the fans were happy when they saw Jiang Yang's Weibo.
However, when he saw the location below, it was amazing!
"F * ck, did I see this position wrongly?”
"No, why did you set up a stall at the funeral parlor late at night?”
"To be honest, although I haven't slept yet, I really don't dare to go in the middle of the night!”
"I'm a man. What's there to be afraid of? If you don't want to go, I'll go!”
"Isn't Boss Jiang afraid?"
...
Boss Jiang was actually a little scared.
He was alone in this place.
After the water in the pot boiled, Jiang Yang picked up a chicken feather vegetable with his chopsticks and placed it in the water to boil twice. After it was cooked, he placed it at the bottom of the bowl.
Then, he counted 20 small wontons and placed them in the basket to cook. He scooped them up and poured the soup over the chicken feathers.
The skin of the Chaos was as thin as a cicada's wing. After it was cooked, it was crystal clear. The fresh meat inside was faintly discernible. When placed on the green leaves, it floated in the bowl like a hibiscus out of the water. It was extremely appetizing.
Then, he scooped up a spoonful of raw pork with a big iron spoon and placed it on top. He added a little concentrated Big Bone Soup and some chopped green onions into the boiling water as he cooked them.
When he was about to start cooking, he added some salt into the pot. After stirring it evenly, he sprinkled some old wine. The fresh fragrance wafted into his face along with the white smoke. Then, he poured it into the bowl of the small wonton.
This raw meat was the soul of this bowl of wontons.
The freshness of this bowl of small wontons was all in this spoonful of raw and hot meat.
The taste of the soup was separated from that of the ordinary small wonton.
He opened the small drawer of the wonton cart, grabbed some seaweed, shrimp skin, egg skin, and pickled vegetables, and then added some sesame oil.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。