"Your pork wonton is ready."
The owner placed a bowl of wontons sprinkled with tiny shrimp in front of Chen Jie.
Their wontons were extremely popular, with many customers on regular days. The skins were thin, generously filled with meat, albeit slightly expensive, costing twenty cents a bowl.
Chen Jie bowed his head and ate the wontons.
However, he noticed that the Hero of the River opposite him must be injured in the rib area because he leaned to the left when sitting, probably to avoid pulling at the wound.
He truly was a desperate fugitive.
Slurp, slurp...
Chen Jie ate a wonton, drank two sips of soup, and went through the whole process calmly.
The Jianghu Guest squinted and said, "Kid."
Hmm?
Chen Jie looked up, and the Jianghu Guest asked, "Aren't you curious who I am?"
Chen Jie nodded and then shook his head.
The Jianghu Guest shifted his position and looked at him, "What do you mean by nodding and then shaking your head?"
