Eating dumplings, Luo Qianqian's eyes squinted satisfactorily, "So delicious."
Yue Tingyu, smiling, served Luo Qianqian another plate, "Eat slowly, there's plenty."
Over there, Old Master Luo, Luo Xisi, and Luo Xihan were eating greasy pan-fried dumplings. Although there wasn't the greasy pork knuckle, the oily meat-filled dumplings satisfied them greatly.
Jimo Cheng followed suit with Luo Qianqian, although his favorite, made by Yue Tingyu, was also available, but seeing Luo Qianqian eat with such joy, he couldn't resist trying some himself.
"Grandma and the two aunts cook superbly, so delicious I could nearly drop my jaw," Luo Qianqian said with satisfaction, giving the three people a thumbs-up.
Yue Tingyu, laughing, brought Luo Qianqian the dessert after the meal, slices of apple.
Despite being full, she couldn't resist eating two pieces of apple drizzled with lemon juice.
