Ye Fan wasn't offended by his partner's teasing. He just chuckled and said, "So what if I'm a hick? Other people would kill to eat Boss Shen's soup dumplings and can't even get any!"
Xue Can had never eaten such a refined meal either, but he was smart. He started with a few sips of the century egg and lean pork congee while surreptitiously observing how Fu Cheng ate.
Fu Cheng ignored the noisy Ye Fan. He took a dipping saucer with one hand, poured in some of the vinegar from the table, then added a spoonful of chili oil and mixed it well.
Shen Lu had made soup dumplings. The skin was paper-thin. When you picked one up, the bulging pouch of soup would pull the dumpling downward, but the wrapper was resilient enough not to break easily.
