There is a restaurant that serves Piaoxiang wontons that I love the most. I have to eat a bowl of it every day after get off work.
Although the wonton shop is shabby and small, there is always an endless queue.
The wontons are very delicious, but the boss never tells anyone what kind of meat is used for the fillings.
The soup stock is light white but full of fragrance.
My mother said they must have used a unique secret recipe, and my brother said they must have used high-tech products in the wontons.
But one day I bought wontons and went home, passing by the dark woods
The crime happened right next to me, and I didn't notice it
It's just that I'm being targeted for buying wontons from now on.
Concept: Suspense and horror