Perhaps because Sheyan's bowl of soup contained the pot's base, when he swallowed the fresh soup, he could feel the soup sliding down his throat and into his stomach. A faint burnt aroma lingered on the aftertaste. It was truly an endless aftertaste.
"This ….." Sheyan took a closer look and instantly understood. "Isn't this a rather common bowl of chicken wings?"
Bowl of chicken wings could be said to be one of the most common street food in Hong Kong. Usually sold by street vendors, it got its name because it was served in small bowls. Although its name had the word 'wing' in it, there wasn't such a precious ingredient in its condiments. Strictly speaking, chicken wings could still be …..
The main ingredients of this food stall's bowl of chicken wings were shredded mushrooms, shredded meat, shredded ham, egg and vermicelli. These ingredients didn't have any special characteristics, it was nothing more than a thin layer of starch after being boiled for 3 hours. However, the main highlight of the dish was the broth that the boss had specially brewed for it.
Sheyan still wanted to drink another bowl, he raised his bowl and strongly requested for more. The yellow skinny woman had already walked over to collect the bowls. Her face was stern, as though Sheyan was here to eat for free. She threw out a stiff "no", turned around and picked up the wooden bowl filled with bowls and chopsticks and left.
At this moment, the male owner and two other workers had already carried out a large pot with a lid and moved it onto the stove. The pot contained at least a hundred catties of soup. The oil stained wooden lid rippled incessantly due to the steam, white bubbles bubbled out and emitted an indescribable fragrance.
Upon witnessing this scene, some of the seated diners shook their heads and sighed. They stood up and walked away, but the spectating diners outside immediately filled up the empty seats. Some even excitedly took out their mobile phones and loudly asked their colleagues how many portions they wanted.
Sheyan was curious, so he quietly waited and observed. After a while, the yellow skinny woman walked out with a sullen face. She picked up a greasy and dirty book, and a cracked ballpoint pen. She then asked for each seat and started recording.
At present, Sheyan was completely bewildered and had no idea what he was going to eat. However, one good thing about him was that he was not a picky eater. In addition, the first impression that the bowl of chicken wings left on him was quite good. He pricked up his ears and listened to the person beside him ordering. When it was his turn, he also followed the script.
"1.5 catties of hind leg, fresh pepper sauce, half a catty of mixed vegetables."
Only when a shirtless waiter sweating profusely brought over a steaming hot bowl, did Sheyan finally understood. So it was boiled dog meat! No wonder some people refused to eat, but those who came to fill up the empty seats were scrambling like ducks. How could the famous saying "Dog meat can't sit still after boiling three times" not be undeserved?
The bowl of dog meat in front of Sheyan's eyes had been stewed to perfection. The scalded dog skin and tendons were exposed in lumps as they quivered in the air. The snow white soup was sprinkled with tender green onions. Obviously, a special ingredient was added during the stewing process. Although it was white, the aroma assailed the nostrils. The soup base was still stewed with mushy peas.
At present, not a single person was speaking. At this moment, everyone present had forsaken their identities as white collar triads, policemen, civil servants, prostitutes, and all sorts of other identities. All that remained were gluttons. Only the 'slurp slurp slurp' sounds of eating meat and drinking soup could be heard, one after another, mixing together like a symphony ….
The previous half bowl of chicken wings to the famished Sheyan was simply not considered food. At present, when he swallowed his saliva, he could hear the echo of the saliva entering his stomach. Spurred on by the atmosphere, he tossed his chopsticks aside and directly tore off a large chunk of tendons from the dog leg. After blowing on it a few times, he dipped it into the spicy sauce and garlic paste dish and devoured it in big bites. One could distinctly hear the sweet-sounding sound of his teeth tearing through the delicious muscle fibers. The unique texture of dog meat mixed with the taste of oil mixed with seasoning entered his stomach. His hands had already involuntarily tore off a second chunk.
Because the spicy sauce was slightly salty, after eating three large chunks of stewed dog meat, Sheyan contentedly released a greasy burp. He then scooped up a bowl of fresh soup to drink. Strictly speaking, the taste of the soup was bland, probably only sprinkled with a little salt. Using it to wash away the aftertaste of the seasoning in his mouth, it was rather good. The peas at the bottom of the soup were soft and tender. When it was drunk into the mouth, it was as though the surface of the tongue was slightly jolted, causing the powder inside to directly disperse and be smeared onto the taste buds in the most straightforward manner.
When Sheyan ate the dog meat, he was already regretting after the third chunk. When he ate the fifth, he was already filled with intense resentment. After eating two more mouthfuls, he finally couldn't help but shout out.
"Boss, give me another 1.5kg of dog meat!"
The skinny yellow woman strolled over, coldly declaring.
"No."
Sheyan:
"… … .can't I add more money?"
The skinny yellow woman was impatient, she was even fiercer than Sheyan.
"Not even adding more money!! Hurry up and leave after eating, don't obstruct this lady's business. This lady still has a mahjong game at 3 o 'clock! "
Facing such a fierce lady boss, Sheyan could only tear up inside. He reluctantly ate the meat, drank the soup, and finally finished the half a jin of dog offal. Only now did he realize that the dog offal was free of charge, it was similar to the kimchi in the mainland's noodle shops. Finally, after settling the bill, it was actually only 1.5kg of dog meat. The price was also extremely fair, no wonder the diners flocked to it like a flock of ducks.
After eating his fill, Sheyan's spirit was rejuvenated. He went around to purchase some gifts, and once again flew to Taiwan. Nothing happened along the way. At present, Sanzi had already followed Sheyan's arrangements, renting a small detached house near the seaside. He then invited the nimble Grandma Zeng to take care of Uncle Dasi's daily needs.
When he returned home, he saw Grandma Zeng sweeping the floor. Uncle Dasi and Sanzi weren't around. Sheyan inquired about their whereabouts, but they had gone to the hospital to change the bandages. Strangely, changing bandages usually only took an hour, but now it took an entire afternoon.
Sheyan was familiar with the hospital where Uncle Dasi usually changed his bandages. It was recommended by Uncle Dasi, and its full name was' Puli Huo Min Hospital for Retired Military Officers and Soldiers'. Due to its relationship with the military, it was extremely proficient in treating external injuries.
Before Uncle Dasi went for treatment, his wound was festering and oozing pus. Now, it had already healed, and would probably heal completely in a week. Sheyan was puzzled, since he had nothing to do, he instructed Grandma Zeng to call for a taxi from the Xiwu pier to fetch him.
After arriving at the People's Hospital, Sheyan saw many black cars parked at the entrance. He didn't mind and strode in. After asking the nurse at the reception desk, he found out that changing bandages was at the 5th floor surgery department, and directly waited for the lift. Instead, he noticed a dripping trail of blood from the hospital entrance all the way to the lift. The trail of blood looked relatively fresh, probably dropped within the last few hours.
After boarding the lift, Sheyan noticed the lift was also stained with blood. The carpet inside was also soaked black, forming a washbasin sized patch. He went up to the fifth floor and left the elevator. He saw that the nurses coming and going were all nervous and frightened. The doctor in the diagnosis room also looked a little flustered. He even lowered his voice as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
Sheyan attempted to walk forward, as he walked towards the surgical examination room. After turning the corner, his footsteps paused slightly. In front of him was a 30 metre long corridor with chairs on both sides, densely packed with males between 18 and 40 years old. Most of them were smoking cigarettes with anxious expressions. Intentionally or unintentionally, they were displaying their tattoos, tattoos and scars. Occasionally, they would curse out profanities from their mouths.
Naturally, this was a scene that only appeared in gangster movies, and Sheyan had encountered it. Most likely, there was a conflict between gangsters, and a certain 'boss' had fallen victim to it. Regardless of what these members were thinking, they had to at least put on a sorrowful expression. Even if they couldn't be promoted, they still had to display their loyalty.
Although the atmosphere was solemn and intimidating, Sheyan had seen all sorts of scenes before. Honestly speaking, the scene of these people wasn't as shocking as the zerglings. Thus, he directly walked through the corridor.
Those gangsters stared at him with a cold and vigilant gaze. Being 'stared at' in such a manner wasn't a pleasant feeling. When Sheyan neared the entrance of the ward, where a row of men in black suits and sunglasses were lined up neatly, a golden-chained man with his arms crossed and leaned against the wall, obstructing Sheyan's path.
"Kid, what are you doing?"
Sheyan didn't want to be nosy, he tilted his head and calmly replied.
"Visiting a patient."
The gold chained man asked.
"Who?"
Sheyan replied indifferently.
"My uncle. My brother accompanied him to the doctor to apply medicine. The nurse said he's in 5-07 diagnosis room. "
That gold chained man didn't look like he wanted to stir up trouble, thus he allowed Sheyan to pass. Suddenly, a quarrel erupted from the diagnosis room at the end of the corridor. It rapidly escalated into cursing, followed by the sound of glass shattering. Then, the door of the diagnosis room was smashed open with a crash. A person who was hugging his head and curling up was thrown out. Along with him, a torrent of obscenities was spewed out.
"Little brat, before the results of big brother's injuries are out, nobody can f * cking treat him. The doctors have to wait here! F * ck off, change to f * cking medicine! "
Sheyan's pupils suddenly contracted. The curled up figure that was tossed out looked extremely familiar, it was actually Sanzi! (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to vote for it on qidian.com. Your support, is my greatest motivation.)
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