This is terrible! My future prime minister keeps trying to kiss me forcibly.

"Uncle, may I borrow your pot for a moment? A bowl of wontons costs ten coins, and there are four bowls in total. We'll give you one hundred coins."

A shy smile flashed across the weathered face of the old man selling wontons: "Young lady, you can borrow my pot, but you only need to pay for the wontons. I won't take any extra money."

"Sir, the extra money is what you deserve, after all, we delayed your business."

"Young lady, we're just a small business..."

"Sir, since it's a small business, we shouldn't try to take advantage of you."

In the end, the old man gave in.

Ye Xiaoxiao told He Jing about her plan, and a look of approval flashed in the man's eyes.

The streets were bustling with people at that moment.

Using a wonton shop to stir-fry cured pork would surely attract many people.

A few people did it as soon as they said it.

Fortunately, the smoked meat was washed and cooked at home before being brought over. Ye Xiaoxiao had originally planned to bring it, but Yipinju didn't give her the chance.

As the saying goes, there's always a way out.

Is selling smoked meat in a busy city center a hundred times more effective than selling it in a restaurant?

He Jing skillfully cut the meat, and the aroma of the translucent, oily fat spread across the cutting board.

Even the old man selling wontons couldn't help but admire it.

Ye Xiaoxiao and the others were peeling bamboo shoots.

The old man's granddaughter kindly helped them wash the tender bamboo shoots.

With a sizzle, the hot oil is stir-fried.

This considerable commotion attracted quite a few people.

The old man's wonton stall has been here for decades, always steaming gently, filled with the fresh aroma of wontons.

But no one had ever cooked food over an open flame like this before. Before long, the stall was surrounded by onlookers.

"Uncle Wang isn't selling wontons today? What's cooking that smells so good?"

"It looks like smoked meat, my mouth is watering!"

"Yes, yes, and bamboo shoots too."

He Jing's strong arm tossed the ladle.

The smoked meat slices, with their distinct lean and fatty parts and a bright red color, twirled in the air before returning to the hot pan.

When He Jing was cooking, he looked calm and composed, with handsome eyebrows and bright eyes, creating a unique scene.

The aroma wafting from the stir-fried smoked pork with bamboo shoots tempted the mouths of every onlooker.

Seeing that He Jing had finished cooking the smoked meat, Ye Xiaoxiao looked at the crowd and said, "Come on! We're giving away smoked meat with every wonton! Ten servings in total, limited quantity, first come, first served!"

When everyone saw He Jing serving the fragrant dishes into two bowls, just looking at them wasn't enough to satisfy their cravings; they had to taste them to know for sure.

At Ye Xiaoxiao's call, people rushed into the wonton stall to grab a seat.

Upon seeing this, Old Wang immediately laid out a long row of large bowls and shouted loudly, "Granddaughter, let's make wontons!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wang's granddaughter immediately sat down to wrap wontons, her speed astonishing.

Once the large pot is heated, the wontons will be cooked in no time.

Each diner had a bowl of steaming wontons and a small dish of smoked meat stir-fried with bamboo shoots in front of them.

Everyone devoured the food, wishing they could swallow their own tongues along with it.

Ye Xiaoxiao looked at the bowl; there were only two portions left.

"Sir, I'll take the last ones!"

A young man's voice rang out from outside.

As soon as he finished speaking, a man dressed in a magnificent blue robe walked in.

He was incredibly handsome, with an elegant demeanor, a carefree smile on his face, and light steps, followed by a servant.

He Yunzhou could smell the fragrance from afar. His nose never failed him; if it smelled good, it couldn't be bad either.

So he followed the scent all the way there.

He looked around and saw that the small wonton stall was already full of people, with only one table occupied by two children.

Then, he lifted his robe and sat down with an air of nonchalance.

"Kids, I don't mind sitting at the same table as you and me."

He Wuyou snorted coldly: "Uncle, we were here first."

The word "uncle" nearly drove He Yunzhou mad. Was he really that old? He was barely twenty and people were calling him "uncle"!

"Call me brother, not uncle!" he emphasized through gritted teeth.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, He Wuyang echoed his second brother, saying, "That's right, uncle, you should ask us if we agree."

He Yunzhou nearly vomited blood. He carefully examined the young children before him. Both children had rosy lips and white teeth, and their eyes were full of intelligence. However… their eyes were truly lacking.

Especially that kid, whose youthful face held a maturity beyond his years, making him—itch with envy.

For no other reason than that his appearance is exactly like someone's childhood self, just as annoying.