Seeking longevity from the world of Si Teng / Seeking longevity from the world of the Republic of Ch

Qin Li stood in front of a sensual venue called "Big World", looked at the flow of people coming and going at the door, and his expression suddenly became dull.

Even though the distance is only tens of meters, there are two completely different situations. One side is full of beggars living on the street, while the other side is full of gorgeously dressed handsome men and women.

Qin Li fell into silence, and he didn't speak.

"Dididi!!!"

It wasn't until the sound of the car behind him that Qin Li regained his energy and walked slowly to the side to avoid the car.

A middle-aged man with greasy hair on the back seat of the car glanced at Qin Li.

Not only did the man see Qin Li, Qin Li also saw the man from the car window.

It was a dark-looking middle-aged man, wearing a black Tang suit, giving people a very stable feeling.

The vehicle quickly and slowly moved away, Qin Li didn't have any thoughts, and walked towards another road.

It's normal to look at each other once, Qin Li didn't feel relieved.

In the car going away, another scene happened.

The middle-aged man in the back seat was constantly observing Qin Li through the rearview mirror, and there seemed to be something on his mind under his calm face, and he didn't look away until the car turned a corner.

"Glory."

A young man in the front co-pilot immediately turned his head and said respectfully.

"Sir, tell me."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then looked at him and said, "Do you still remember the man who blocked the car just now?"

The young man thought for a while and said, "That Taoist priest."

"That's right. After you go back, you can check. Who is he and where does he live? When did he come to Shanghai, and what did he do after he came to Shanghai? I need to know." The middle-aged man said.

"Okay, I'll do it when I get back." The young man nodded.

"Hmm." The middle-aged man nodded.

As night fell, Qin Li came to the small river.

The lights here are not too bright, but the evening breeze is gentle, which is very comfortable.

There are many small stalls along the river, usually a tent, a few tables, a boiler, is a shop.

Many workers ate here after get off work. Qin Li deliberately chose an empty wonton stand. The boss was busy behind the boiler. Steam was constantly bubbling from the boiler, and it was like a smoke bomb when the lid was opened.

Seeing Qin Li's arrival, the owner of the wonton stall immediately asked, "The Taoist priest wants a bowl of wontons."

"Yes," Qin Li nodded.

"Master Dao, is it elemental or muddy?" asked the old boss.

"Stupid." Qin Li replied simply.

"Okay, the Taoist priest sit aside and wait, it will be ready soon." The old man said with a smile.

He doesn't care why Qin Li is a Taoist priest and eats meat. He only knows that he has opened a business, and the dirty ones are more profitable than the vegetarian ones. In this day and age, just control yourself and leave others alone. This is the survival wisdom of the old man for many years.

Qin Li chose a table by the river and sat down.

Looking at the willows hanging in the distance swaying with the wind, there is a special flavor in this secluded place.

After a short wait, a bowl of hot wontons arrived.

"Wonton, Taoist, eat it while it's hot."

"Thank you, old layman." Qin Li replied with a smile.

The old man, after serving the wontons, returned to the three-acre land in front of his boiler, busy with his own affairs and no longer cared about Qin Li.

Qin Li took out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table and stirred the wontons in the bowl.

In the previous life, Qin Li often ate this old Shanghai wonton when he was in school, but to say that, the school is not in Shanghai and it is not old enough.

Now that I have come to this great Shanghai, of course I have to try this real old Shanghai wonton.

Qin Li took a sip of the hot soup first, which was okay, and then he ate another mouthful of wontons. The meat was very tender, and overall it was okay.

Not to mention delicious, but not bad, but no matter how delicious it is, it's not too bad.

It's similar to the ones I ate in the schools of later generations, and that's right, there are only so many wontons, no matter how you make them, the taste will not change too much.

Soon, Qin Li's attention was no longer on the wontons.

"Boss, here is a bowl of wontons."

Two young men in brown clothes came to the wonton stand.

"Okay!" The old man immediately stood up from the bench behind the boiler.

"Third Brother." One of them shouted.

Another man who was obviously the head glanced at the brother next to him, then raised his head and shouted: "Boss, here are two bowls."

"Thank you third brother!" The man laughed.

"Don't worry, follow third brother, you won't be hungry if I have a bite to eat."

The two each took a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube, staring straight at the smoking boiler, like beggars who haven't eaten for several days, swallowing saliva non-stop.

Looking at this scene, Qin Li couldn't help feeling a little funny.

Because the faces of those two people were very familiar, if Qin Li guessed correctly, the one called the third brother should be called Hong Sanyuan, and the other one who looked like a follower should be called Qi Lin.

They are characters from Great Expectations.

"I didn't expect to meet their two brothers." Qin Li looked at the embarrassed two.

A bowl of wontons should be divided into two bowls, and this should be when they first came to Shanghai to join Yan Hua.

Qin Li had watched the drama Great Expectations a bit, and there seemed to be nothing in it that was worth his while.

He just simply thought Hong Sanyuan was fun.

While eating his own wonton, Qin Li looked at the two people on the other table.

Soon, their wontons were ready, and the boss brought another bowl besides a bowl of wontons.