Qiao Xiangqian didn't expect Qiao Jinling to say this. His daughter was getting more and more creative. No wonder Sun Huifang said that he was not as mature as Lingling.
"Okay. But you must be very tired after taking the train for so long. You didn't eat much at noon. Are you hungry? Why don't you take you to eat something first?"
Qiao Qianqian felt sorry for his daughter.
"It's okay, dad. Lingling can still hold on. I'm afraid that the man will run away after we leave for a while."
Qiao Jinling was a little hungry, but she was also afraid of missing a good opportunity.
"I'm selling wontons~"
Qiao walked forward and heard a cry of selling. He looked up and saw a wonton stall diagonally close to the street.
"It's okay, Lingling, have you seen that wonton stand? Let's go have a bowl of wontons. It's right at the gate. If he comes out, we can see him."
Qiao Xiangqian was afraid of starving his daughter.
"Well, Lingling listens to daddy."
Qiao Jinling nodded obediently. She knew that if she disagreed, her father would continue to grind on her.
Qiao pushed the motorcycle forward, and the two of them came to the wonton stall. This kind of wonton stall is usually placed near the community. Some young people who don't cook just take the basin and ask for two bowls, and don't cook when they go home.
There is a briquette stove and a large aluminum pot on one side of the tricycle with an iron frame. Next to it is a chopping board with meat fillings, wonton wrappers, chopped green onions, coriander, soy sauce, vinegar and other things. The space is not big, but it is clean.
"Mom, please have two bowls of wontons."
Qiao sat forward on the horse, but his eyes glanced at the tube building.
"Okay. Wait a moment, my wontons are all freshly made."
The wonton seller was an old lady, wearing a white sanitary cap and sleeves. She looked neat and tidy at first glance.
"Grandma, your place is so clean."
Qiao Jinling couldn't help but praise that it was not easy to keep the stall so neat in summer.
"Hey! I'm used to it. I can't stand it if it's dirty. It's all the things that go into my mouth. It's better if it's clean. Even though it's sold to others to eat, if it's a bluff, grandma will feel bad."
The aunt was quick with her hands and feet. She held up a thin wonton wrapper with one hand and scraped out the meat filling with a flat spoon with the other hand. She put it in and pinched it, and a wonton was wrapped.
"Wait a minute, I forgot to turn on the briquette stove. The fire hasn't come up yet. It's going to be a lot of trouble."
The aunt looked ashamed and forgot to boil the pot first when she got busy.
"It's okay, grandma, we are not in a hurry. Grandma, please sit down for a while."
Qiao Jinling brought over a small maza and placed it next to the aunt.
"Good boy, if grandma doesn't sit down, you have to dig out the charcoal ash under the briquette stove with tongs. Once it's smooth and ventilated, the fire will be strong. Just like people, I'm not impatient or impatient. I figured it out.
Once it's straightened out, there won't be any problems."
The aunt was nagging and kept moving her hands.
Qiao Jinling sometimes feels that the more ordinary people they are, the more they understand the wisdom of life.
They should not be anxious now, but must be patient, follow the thread, and think through their thoughts, and they will surely find a solution.
Qiao Xiangqian also heard this and had a smile on his face. Before, he thought about people and things too simply, but Ji Jiji's words made him believe it easily.
He now understands that he should never take out his own money easily at any time, especially when he has no control over it.
"The wontons are good. There is vinegar here. If you want to eat it, add it yourself."
The aunt brought two bowls of wontons and thoughtfully gave Qiao Jinling an empty bowl to prevent her from getting burnt while eating.
The wonton wrappers are rolled out so thin that you can see the pink and tender meat filling. There are yellow flowers of sesame oil floating in the soup, and a few tender coriander leaves are sprinkled on top. The steam is wafting away, and it is delicious at first sight.
Qiao Jinling pouted, blowing away the heat, and couldn't wait to eat it. It was so hot that she grinned and couldn't help but continue eating.
Suddenly, Qiao moved forward and put down the bowl with a "bang". He was tense. He kept staring at the Tongzi Tower and found a woman walking out of the hole in the building. It was not Zhen Qingyuan. He said "Oh" and relaxed again.
Qiao Jinling had a big wonton in her mouth. When she heard her father's noise, she inadvertently looked up and saw that the woman walking out turned out to be Zhang Mingyi!
Back then in Qiao Xiangxiu's small restaurant, she was so arrogant and taught her a lesson, so Qiao Jinling was deeply impressed by her.
Zhang Mingyi was wearing a long floral dress and her hair was tied up with a handkerchief. Although she is over fifty, her figure is still very good and her charm is still there.
"Sister Sun, bring me two bowls of wontons. The ones I made are just not as delicious as the ones you made. Just put them in a thermos bucket."
"Okay, Teacher Zhang, do you have another distinguished guest at your house?"
Aunt Sun took the thermos bucket, put it aside, and then started making wontons.
"Haha, yes, Sister Sun, he loves the wontons you make, saying they taste like hometown."
Zhang Mingyi smiled, her expression a little unnatural.
"Well, your distinguished guest is from Baoshan, right. I am also from Baoshan. The skill of making stuffing is passed down from our ancestors. Wontons in other places don't taste like this."
Zhang Mingyi stopped answering, fanned the wind with her hands, and glanced at Qiao Jinling. Qiao Jinling quickly lowered her head to drink the soup. Zhang Mingyi didn't recognize her, glanced at her, and then turned to look at the wontons being cooked in the pot.
"Thank you, Sister Sun."
Zhang Mingyi turned around and left while carrying the thermos bucket.
"Grandma, the wontons you cook are so delicious. Even that grandma said the wontons you made were delicious."
Qiao Jinling quickly found a topic to ask about. It seemed that this aunt and Zhang Mingyi were old acquaintances.
"Oh, Teacher Zhang, she doesn't eat it, she feeds it to the guests. I often see him come here, and every time he comes he eats the wontons I made."
Aunt Sun looked proud.
"I heard you just said that they are from Baoshan. I have a friend who is also from Baoshan. He also said that there are no friends in Anqing. Now there are two of them at once?"
Qiao stood up, took out a dollar from his pocket, and handed it to Aunt Sun.
"Who says it's not the case? I heard that she is a big shot in the city. She is very powerful. She has a good relationship with Teacher Zhang. She is a woman with a child. The man died early and she has no one to help her. It is also difficult."
Aunt Sun chattered endlessly. She was married from Baoshan and had lived here for thirty years. She knew everything about every household.
Qiao Xiangqian originally wanted to continue asking, but Qiao Jinling stopped him. Questioning was too suspicious, so it was better to play it safe.
After they finished eating the wontons, they felt energetic. Qiao Jinling suggested that instead of waiting downstairs, they could just go to the connection between the stairs on the third and second floors. There might be something unexpected there.
The two people pricked up their ears and listened carefully to what was going on on the second floor. Fortunately, it was not the rush hour for work at this time, so there were not many people. Maybe the men and women in the room had also chosen the right time.
"Crunch~"
The wooden door opened.
"Qingyuan, don't forget what I told you. Whether Fang Zhou can become the director of this leather shoe factory depends on you."
Zhang Mingyi is getting older, and her coquettish tone makes people feel sick all over.
"Shh, the door is open, but you don't have a door opener. What will you do if someone overhears you?"
Zhen Qingyuan's voice was panicked. She opened the security door and looked left and right to make sure no one was there. Then there was a rustling sound, accompanied by the sound of splashing water and heavy breathing.
"Hey, Mingyi, you have been a annoying little goblin since you were young, and now you have become an old goblin."
Qiao was stunned and quickly covered Qiao Jinling's ears!