The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

When Yang Shuisheng asked her this, Yu Qianwei looked a little embarrassed and lowered her voice: "Um... I don't have much money with me, so I might not be able to afford to treat you to something too fancy. I guess... I can only treat you to a bowl of wontons, or dumplings, noodles or something. You won't mind, will you?"

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, and her head drooped lower and lower, as if she was afraid that Yang Shuisheng would think she was petty.

If the other person was just accompanying her to buy things, that would be fine; she wouldn't think too much about it.

The problem was that the person had given her two new sets of lingerie, which made her feel a little embarrassed to show them off.

"What could I possibly complain about?"

Looking at her cautious, almost pleading, expression, Yang Shuisheng felt a mixture of amusement and tenderness. He waved his hand dismissively and laughed heartily, "Wontons are good! I love wontons!"

"Let's go, let's go! I know there's a wonton stall at the next intersection that tastes really authentic."

The two soon arrived at an open-air wonton stall at the intersection.

The stall owners were an elderly couple. The fire in the stove was burning brightly, and the pot was steaming, emitting a rich aroma of meat broth.

Yang Shuisheng found a seat and called out to the owner, "Boss, two bowls of wontons, large bowls, please."

"Okay!"

The owner responded, and soon, two large bowls of steaming hot wontons sprinkled with scallions were served.

The wontons have thin wrappers and generous fillings, each one floating in the clear and delicious soup like a little gold ingot, making them look incredibly tempting.

Yang Shuisheng didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up a spoon, scooped up a wonton, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

"Mmm! Delicious!"

The wonton wrappers were smooth and the filling was tender. The aroma of meat mixed with the umami of the soup base melted on his tongue. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction: "This tastes really good."

"It's so delicious!"

Yu Qianwei also took a small bite, her eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly: "This meat filling smells so good!"

For the villagers who rarely get to eat pure meat-filled wontons, this bowl of wontons is a rare treat.

The two quickly ate most of the wontons in their bowls.

Although Yang Shuisheng ate quickly, he was not rude, and he finished a bowl of wontons in no time.

Seeing that he was eating so fast, Yu Qianwei was worried that he hadn't eaten enough. After hesitating for a moment, she gently pushed the half-bowl of wontons she still had in front of Yang Shuisheng and whispered, "Shuisheng, I can't eat anymore. You can finish this half bowl. Don't waste it."

Yang Shuisheng paused for a moment, looked at the half-bowl of wontons, and then at Yu Qianwei's somewhat evasive eyes. He understood that she wasn't unable to eat, but was afraid that he wouldn't have enough to eat.

"I'm full, one bowl is enough."

He smiled and pushed the bowl back: "You eat it yourself. You're growing, so eat more."

When Yu Qianwei saw him decline, she thought he was disgusted by what she had already eaten, and her face flushed slightly. She was too embarrassed to persuade him any further.

But she felt that one bowl of wontons wouldn't be enough for Yang Shuisheng, a grown man, so she gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind, and shouted to the owner, "Boss! Another... another bowl of wontons!"

She appeared calm on the surface, but in her mind she was frantically calculating the meager amount of pocket money she had.

Meat wontons aren't cheap; a bowl costs three yuan!

She wanted another bowl. After deducting the fare back home and the things she wanted to buy, she was probably a little short on money.

However, Yang Shuisheng saw through Yu Qianwei's feigned composure and embarrassment at a glance.

He suddenly chuckled mischievously, leaned forward slightly, and whispered to Yu Qianwei with a wicked grin, "Qianwei, why don't you call me 'brother' so I can hear it?"

"That sounds nice. This meal is on me."

Upon hearing this, Yu Qianwei's cheeks instantly flushed red. She glared at him, both embarrassed and annoyed, and said reproachfully, "Dream on! I won't say that."

"Oh? Not ordering?" Yang Shuisheng deliberately drawled out his words, then turned to the boss and called out, "Boss! Make that bowl of wontons a large bowl, with extra meat!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Qianwei was stunned and exclaimed, "What...what are you doing? Isn't one bowl enough for you?"

Yang Shuisheng leaned back in his chair leisurely, looking at her with a smile: "If you don't call me 'brother,' then I'll eat a few more bowls. Anyway, you'll be paying the bill in the end."

"I'd like to see if you have enough money in your pocket to pay for these bowls of wontons."

Yu Qianwei was speechless, choked by his shameless words.

She quickly calculated in her mind that after deducting the round-trip transportation costs, she only had 17 yuan left. She still needed to buy two hair clips that she hadn't been able to buy last time and a bracelet that she had her eye on. The bracelet alone would cost five yuan, and the hair clips would cost one yuan and fifty cents each, which would add up to eight yuan.

Including the two bowls of wontons already ordered, the total came to 14 yuan, so she could only afford to treat Yang Shuisheng to one more bowl of wontons at most; any more than that, and she simply wouldn't have enough money.

She was so anxious that her face turned red, but she couldn't bring herself to call him "brother," so she could only bite the bullet and say stubbornly, "You...you can eat as much as you want, let's see how much you can eat, anyway...anyway, I have enough money."

"Alright! You said it!" Yang Shuisheng had been waiting for her to say that, and immediately shouted to the boss, "Boss! In addition to the bowl we just had, bring us another bowl, two more bowls in total."

"You...you called out so many times?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Qianwei's eyes widened: "Can you even finish this? You're not trying to mess with me on purpose, are you?"

Several customers who were eating wontons nearby were also drawn to the commotion and looked over.

The wonton stall owner couldn't help but advise, "Young man, my wontons are big and plentiful. One bowl is enough to fill most people up, two bowls at most."

"You ordered four bowls, don't waste food!"

Yang Shuisheng waved his hand dismissively: "Boss, don't worry, I promise I'll eat it all up and not waste a single grain of rice."

"Alright, I'll serve you bowl after bowl first."

Seeing that he had said that, the owner didn't want to persuade him any further, but he was still cautious: "If you can really finish it, I'll make you a second bowl."

"Although I would like to sell more bowls, I can't stand seeing food wasted."

Yu Qianwei chimed in angrily, "Hmph! I'd like to see if you can really finish four bowls."

"Young man, don't be a show-off."

Several other curious customers chimed in, "This owner's wontons are really good; one bowl is equivalent to two bowls from other places. You'd be lucky to eat two bowls."

Yang Shuisheng smiled without saying a word, simply picking up his spoon and waiting for the second bowl of wontons to be served.

Soon, a second steaming bowl of wontons was served.

Yang Shuisheng wasn't afraid of getting burned. He scooped up one, blew on it twice, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it. His movements were fluid and without the slightest pause.

In less than three minutes, a whole bowl of wontons, soup and all, was devoured by him in a flash.

He put down his bowl, wiped his mouth, and said to the stunned shopkeeper, "Boss, another bowl."

"Hey...hey! Okay!" The boss finally came to his senses and quickly went to make the third bowl.

"Hey! This young man has a good appetite."

Now, the other customers stopped their skepticism and exclaimed in amazement, "You finished a bowl in three minutes! That's amazing!"

When the third bowl of wontons was served, everyone thought that even if Yang Shuisheng could eat it, he would slow down, and might not even finish it.

But as a result, Yang Shuisheng remained unhurried yet incredibly efficient, finishing the third bowl of wontons, soup and all, in less than three minutes.

He put down the bowl again, his expression unchanged and his heart pounding, and said to the completely stunned boss, "Boss, let's finish the last bowl too."

The entire wonton stall was completely silent.

Everyone stared at Yang Shuisheng as if he were a monster.