Diagonally across from the main gate of the Daoist Scripture Hall was a wonton shop. Every morning, the Cultivators from the hall with an appetite for something savory loved nothing more than to come here for a bowl of wontons.
At the mouth of a small alley to the left of the shop's entrance, Leng Qianhu, Wang Ping, and Ah Jiu were each holding a bowl of beef wontons, eating with great relish. Oh, and there was Yu Lian, too. Wang Ping had ordered a large bowl and would occasionally feed her a bite.
"A question just occurred to me…"
Yu Lian, who was enjoying her meal, looked at Leng Qianhu and asked in a low voice, "Back when General Niu Man was stationed here, what kind of expression did he have when he saw you all eating beef wontons?"
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH."
