"Where did this fragrance come from?"
The old man in the security room was sleeping soundly on a chair.
However, the fragrance kept drilling into his nose. He was so hungry that he couldn't sleep well even if he rolled left and right.
The old man clutched his growling stomach and got up from the chair.
He turned on the headlights at the entrance of the funeral parlor and saw that there seemed to be someone on the roadside in front of the door.
There were still people in this place at night?
The old man was so scared that he didn't feel sleepy at all. He put on his presbyopic glasses and saw a roadside stall.
"Wonton cart?"
The old people were very familiar with this old-fashioned wooden wonton cart.
Back when they were poor, the patrolling Chaos cars on the streets were their favorite food.
This was not something that could be eaten at ordinary times.
Only when someone in the family was sick or there were guests could they go out to buy a bowl during the holidays.
It had been many years since he had seen this thing.
The old man was interested and walked over.
"Boss, give me a bowl of wontons."
Jiang Yang sat at the small table behind the wonton cart. Before he finished his bowl of wontons, he saw a guest coming out of the funeral parlor.
"You're still a young man. There's no hurry. You eat first.”
The old man had a natural personality and sat on the small stool beside Jiang Yang.
Anyone who could be a security guard at a funeral parlor in the middle of the night would not dare to do such a job if they were not brave enough.
Jiang Yang saw that he wasn't being polite, so he continued to eat the wonton with his spoon.
How could he remember the surrounding environment when he ate the tender and scalding meat with the small wonton and soup in his mouth?
His mind was filled with the image of Little Wonton dancing.
This soup was really too fresh.
Occasionally, she would eat some pickled vegetables in her wonton. The texture was really amazing. It was so delicious that it made people smile unconsciously.
He took a bite of the chicken feather vegetable and ate it. Just as he was feeling refreshed and wanted to eat another bite, there was nothing left in his bowl. There was only one piece of chicken feather vegetable left.
Holding the bowl, he gulped down a large mouthful of soup and sighed in satisfaction.
The old man couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw Jiang Yang eating so happily.
She suddenly thought of her childhood, when she would occasionally eat small wontons, and she would eat them alone.
After the chef was done, he ran home with the packed wontons. On the way home, he smelled the fragrance and couldn't help but sneak his hand into the bag to eat the raw meat.
He didn't expect to experience that kind of heart-wrenching desire to eat again after so many years.
She watched as the little boss finished a bowl of wontons and even drank the soup.
The old man heaved a sigh of relief. It was finally his turn.
"I'll make it for you now."
After Jiang Yang finished eating, his body and mind were satisfied, and his body felt warm.
It seemed that he was not afraid of the funeral parlor.
On the other hand, Yin Chen joined a group of customers in Jiang Yang's small group and headed to the funeral parlor where Jiang Yang was.
The group of them had met each other on the way to Jiang Yang's stall and joined the group.
This group was called the Search Team for Boss Jiang.
There were hundreds of people inside.
A person might be afraid to go to a funeral parlor for dinner late at night, but what was there to be afraid of in a group of people!
"We're almost there. Brothers, charge!"
Yin Chen drove the car at a high speed and sped off into the distance.
When they reached this road, they could see the lights in the distance.
"I saw Mr. Jiang!"
When the group of people saw Jiang Yang's car, they all sped up and rushed forward.
"I can smell the fragrance!"
Jiang Yang had just finished cooking a bowl of wontons when he saw several cars driving over from afar.
It was obviously unrealistic for so many passersby to pass by in the middle of the night. It was probably the old customers who had come to look for them.
Jiang Yang took out a few disposable bowls and placed them on the counter. He opened the drawer and began counting the wontons.
Before he could start cooking, he saw all these cars parked near him.
"Boss, boss, we're here. There are 16 of us.”
Yin Chen stuck his head out to ask for food before the car stopped.
"I know, I know."
The old man sat at the small table and his eyes widened when he saw so many people.
When did the entrance of his funeral parlor become so lively?
Was it because he was old and did not understand young people? Were the young men's hobbies so special these days?
He came to the entrance of the funeral parlor for supper at night.
He couldn't think too much about it. The fragrance of the small wontons was still close by, and it kept drilling into his nose. He had long been greedy.
He scooped a small wonton with the egg skin and meat and put it into his mouth.
It was extremely hot, but it was exceptionally fragrant.
This little wonton was even more delicious than the ones he ate when he was young. This little boss's cooking skills were really not bad!
The next second, he picked up his phone and called his colleague who was guarding the forest on the mountain to ask him to come down and eat the small wontons.
"Is your brain damaged? Are you still dreaming?"
"Why would there be small wontons at the entrance of the funeral parlor in the middle of the night?”
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