"Dear customers, your wontons are here. Eat them while they're hot. They won't taste good when they're cold."
Before long, the stall owner served up a few bowls of wontons.
Su Ying picked up the spoon and started eating. Uncle Hea had made some for her family to try before, but she complained that this thing was not able to fill her tummy for long. Thus, Uncle Hea made them less often.
After finishing the first bowl, Su Ying was about to pick up the second bowl when she heard a dispute in front of the stall.
A few burly men stood in front of the stall and confronted the stall owner aggressively.
"If you don't have money, let your wife come with us."
"Sirs, I beg you to give me another two days. My mother fell ill earlier and all the money in my hands was used to treat her. I really don't have any money left."
"I told you before. If you don't have money, give up your wife to pay the debt. Take her away!"
