Hearing this, Sierra Sullivan walked over with her bowl of dumplings.
The aroma of the hot and sour soup dumplings was already potent, and up close, the spicy and sour fragrance drilled right into one's nostrils.
The middle-aged woman was already salivating, and seeing Sierra Sullivan approach with a bowl of bright red dumplings made it even more unbearable.
"Are those for me? Well, don't mind if I do!"
She said, reaching for the bowl in Sierra Sullivan's hands.
Sierra Sullivan sidestepped, dodging her outstretched hand.
The next moment, right in front of the woman, she picked up a dumpling and popped it into her mouth.
The middle-aged woman's eyes widened at the sight. "What's the meaning of this? Aren't those dumplings for me?"
Sierra Sullivan gave her a strange look. "What do you mean, 'what's the meaning of this'? When did I ever say these were for you?"
"If you're not giving them to me... then why did you walk over here with the bowl?"
