The shopkeeper in the hut nearby heard and spat, replying, "Sir, don't listen to his nonsense. He's cunning. Every time the young master passes by his hut, he would rush out to seize the young master's water pouch to fill it, or hand him tea; after drinking his water, the young master feels embarrassed to go elsewhere. How could his noodles be better than my wontons? If you don't believe it, come and taste it yourself."
Zhao Hanzhang took a glance at the noodles in her bowl and was quite straightforward, "Then make a bowl of wontons too, and bring it over, I'll eat them all."
By the time Fu Tinghan brought Fu An over, Zhao Hanzhang was already standing between two shop owners, eating one bite of noodles and one bite of wontons.
Seeing Fu Tinghan, she quickly waved to him and asked, "Are you going to eat noodles or wontons?"
Fu Tinghan took a look at the two bowls in front of her, "I'll have wontons."
