Since the topic of Mu Shuangshuang came up, Mrs. Lin naturally had something to say.
"I say Xiaxia, what are you worrying about? That brat certainly doesn't lack the money for a meal of dumplings!
She can eat whenever she wants, unlike us, waiting for the New Year to have some dumplings! Even when dumplings are ready, we can't eat them immediately, just have to stare at them!"
"Aunt Lin, don't assume everyone thinks like you. My mom and I can wait for the dumplings! We're not in a rush!"
"Fine, fine, you noble people, I, Lin Xiaozao, am vulgar! Just hope you noble ones don't fight me for dumplings later, or I won't be polite!" Mrs. Lin said huffily.
After speaking, she hurried toward the main hall, eager to eat dumplings!
As soon as she reached the main hall, she shouted sharply, "The meal is ready! Everyone hurry to the dining room!"
Food comes first, even above the Emperor, thought Mrs. Lin, her mind overwhelmed with the thought of eating.
