Qiao Jinniang was very worried in the carriage, afraid that the secret tunnel would be exposed, but when she smelled the fragrance of wontons outside, she put her worries aside.
"I haven't tasted such nice wontons for a long time."
Lu Chen ordered the driver to stop the carriage and had someone buy a bowl of wontons. The hawker hurriedly said, "Customer, we are a small business, so this bowl cannot be taken away."
Gu Ming threw a tael of silver to the hawker and said, "Isn't this enough to buy your bowl?"
The hawker said, "Master, you really can't take the wontons away. You'd better eat them on the spot. If you take the wantons away, they won't taste good in a short while. If you take it away and the wontons don't taste so good, you may blame me for bad cooking skills."
