"Out of chili oil, eating garlic sauce?" Qianqhian blinked her eyes, looking at He Wenyu and asked.
He Wenyu frowned slightly. Right, every time Qianqhian eats dumplings, she pairs chili oil with vinegar. His face quickly turned speechless: "You still haven't had enough from last time, have you?"
"Well, chili oil goes better with dumplings." Qianqhian chuckled. Unlike An Zilan who doesn't eat at all, even though they are mother and daughter, she has a bit of the "no spice, no joy" mindset.
"All right, I'll make some for you, but don't eat too much." He Wenyu always tries to satisfy Qianqhian's requests, doting on her heavily.
The old man chimed in, saying, "I want... "
"You want to eat crap." He Wenyu responded without hesitation, "I'll boil the ones you made separately. You enjoy your dough soup yourself."
