Chapter 639 - Wonton Stall

Chapter 639 - Wonton Stall

Soon, two bowls of spicy wonton were served in front of Yang Xiaohai and his wife.

Yang Xiaohai grabbed his chopsticks and picked out the snowy white wontons. He ate it with some spring onions and nodded in approval.

The wontons were clad in chili oil, but they weren't greasy at all. In addition, they were only a bit spicy and were full of fragrance.

As a chef, he approved of the wontons.

Eating a bowl of hot food on such a cold day was bliss, so the two were all smiles as they ate.

“Husband, do you know how to make these?”

“I do, but mine isn't as good as the owner of this stall. They're probably using a secret recipe.”

Yang Xiaohai stared at the stove and saw that the chef had placed some sticks into the pot while the wontons were being cooked.

Yang Xiaohai's curiosity was piqued; he wanted to know the identity of those sticks.

Yang Xiaohai was eating and deducing the recipe at the same time.

Just then, an old woman walked into the tent. The woman was so old that she had to rely on her cane to walk.

“Do you want a bowl of spicy wontons?” the stall owner asked with a smile. REaad updated stories at n/o/vel/bin(.)com

The old woman licked her cracked lips and stared at the boiling wontons in the pot. “I have my own things to eat. Can you please just give me a bowl of hot water? How much would that be?”

Yang Xiaohai glanced at the old woman and took note of her clothes. Her clothes had been mended many times, and the old woman herself looked so skinny that she could be compared to a twig.

“It's okay. There’s no need to pay for a bowl of hot water. Just sit down, and I'll bring you a bowl of hot water.”

The old woman thanked the kind stall owner, and then she sat down at the table next to Yang Xiaohai.

Soon, the bowl of hot water arrived. The old woman opened her cloth bag and took out a small black jar.

She drank a mouthful of the hot water before using the chopsticks to grab a tiny cobblestone from inside the black jar.

The cobblestone was dripping with black liquid.

“Husband, look. She’s eating stones.”

Just then, an old man sitting on a black donkey entered the little tent with his two disciples. The old man's long beard made him look like an Immortal.

“Master, let’s eat here today.”

“Hm~ Sure. I remember the last time I ate wontons was when I summoned the God of Thunder to punish the wicked being that was threatening the peace of a village.”

Everyone turned around and cast a look of reverence at the old man.

“Of course. Master is going to become an Immortal soon. And he hates evil people!” the two disciples exclaimed, praising their master.

One of the monkeys heard that, and it glanced at the monkey trainer. Upon seeing that its owner was busy eating his second bowl of wontons, it bit the chains on its neck and shouted, "Help! Jiji, help!"

The monkey even knelt as it begged the Daoist for help.

“Hm?” The old Daoist slammed the table and frowned, seemingly getting angry.

Realizing that his trick was no longer a secret, the monkey trainer flipped the table and took out a dagger. He decided to fight to the death and pointed the dagger at the old man.

“Let's do this, then, you old bastard!” the monkey trainer roared.

The old Daoist’s figure shook, and his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. He sat frozen on the stool, unresponsive to the monkey trainer's challenge.

The old Daoist’s reaction shocked everyone, including the monkey trainer.

“Hahah! So you're just a fraud?!” The monkey trainer laughed boisterously. He then dragged the monkey that had decided to beg for help, and he kicked it until it was bleeding. “How dare you try and escape? Do it again! Show me how you did that!”

The monkey trainer slapped the monkey so many times that the monkey's face looked like it was sloughing off.

Yang Xiaohai hesitated at the sight. Just as he was going to make a move, a cobblestone streaked across the air and struck the monkey trainer’s arms.

The monkey trainer's arms snapped with a grotesque crack.

The monkey trainer let out a shrill cry, but the old woman spat another cobblestone. The cobblestone flew into the monkey trainer’s mouth, and the latter's head exploded into a bloody mist.

The old woman then walked toward the injured monkey and tore off its skin, revealing the head of a bleeding child.

It turned out that the monkeys were human children! They were made to wear monkey skin and were forced to act like monkeys.

“Ah... Poor children," the old woman muttered. She took out a white cloth and wrapped it around the injured child’s head. “Come, this world is full of suffering. Worship Sir Arrogant Stone, and you will reincarnate into a better life.”