The cold wind howled outside, while the room was steaming with warmth.
Huang Tao brought over a bamboo steamer filled with smoking soup dumplings and placed it in front of Xuanxuan's dedicated small dining table.
Huang Yide and Song Cailian, enticed by the aroma, couldn't help but lean in for a look...
The bottom of the steamer was lined with a layer of fine white linen, and six soup dumplings were neatly arranged on top.
At first glance, they looked like six piles of white chrysanthemums blossoming on the snow, with the chrysanthemum threads being the pleats of the dough skins, tightly gathered together.
Upon closer inspection, they resembled beads of honey brewed in spring, translucent and softly flowing into a bundle,
"Smells so good~"
Xuanxuan was instantly drawn by the aroma of the soup dumplings and couldn't resist reaching out to grab one.
"Xuanxuan, these are soup dumplings; you can't grab them with your hands."
