Wonton soup
Last week while at China Express in Dinkytown waiting for my dinner, I overheard this random conversation between two men at the adjacent table.
One of the men was middle-aged; the younger was perhaps in his mid-twenties. They were singing the praises of the wonton soup and bemoaning the fact that the "secret recipe" was not in their possession. This led to the discussion of various plots to obtain said recipe. As I was leaving the restaurant, I heard the older man earnestly entreating the younger to marry the restaurant owner's daughter, thus gaining access to the wonton soup recipe.
One of the men was middle-aged; the younger was perhaps in his mid-twenties. They were singing the praises of the wonton soup and bemoaning the fact that the "secret recipe" was not in their possession. This led to the discussion of various plots to obtain said recipe. As I was leaving the restaurant, I heard the older man earnestly entreating the younger to marry the restaurant owner's daughter, thus gaining access to the wonton soup recipe.
