Looking through the glass window into the kitchen, the stove was filled with mist, like a soft veil. The owner put some wontons into the boiling water. They rolled up and down a few times, and then he took them out with a colander, drained the water, and placed them in a beautiful blue and white porcelain bowl. The waiter brought a bowl in front of me. In the steaming and delicious chicken soup, small wontons sank in it like transparent bubbles. There were small white shrimps floating in the soup, green coriander, and tender yellow egg skins dotted in between, and the aroma was overflowing. There were also two small bottles on the table, one filled with chili oil and the other filled with pepper powder. Customers could add as they pleased according to their taste.
