They walked a few hundred meters further and found a small wonton stall in the corner of the overpass. It was already past eleven o'clock, and with only one or two cars occasionally passing by on the roadside, there was no one else around, rendering a silence that chilled one to the bone.
The stall owner was a man in his fifties who looked like he was about to close up for the night. When he saw the two approaching hand in hand, he stopped packing up and cheerfully said, "Two bowls of wontons?"
Yun Ya turned her head towards Yan Song, "Brother Yan, do you like wontons?"
"Do we have any other choices?" Yan Song said helplessly.
Yun Ya pulled him to sit on a small stool, smiling sweetly at the owner, "Boss, two bowls of wontons, please."
"Coming right up." The owner skillfully set the fire and boiled water, taking out the dough and quickly crafting the wontons.
