It was a day with bright sunshine.
Jian Jia sighed softly and walked to a small stall selling wontons. She sat on a chair, placed three copper coins in the basket next to her, and said to the man selling wontons:
"A bowl of small wontons."
The man cheerfully walked to the large pot nearby and began ladling out wontons.
Just then, a robust sound of metal clanging rang out. The wonton stall owner and Jian Jia simultaneously raised their heads to look at the money basket next to them.
"A hundred bowls of wontons."
Zhou Li, carrying the fainting Tang Wan, said calmly, "You can skip the meat."
"How... could there be... a bit of... meaty aroma..."
Tang Wan gasped weakly.
"Oh."
Nodding, Zhou Li added to the stunned owner, "Make that one hundred and one bowls, one with more meat."
Tang Wan happily passed out.
Jian Jia looked at the young man who casually tossed Tang Wan aside, a look of shock in her eyes.
Was it him?
