Zhao Rong: ...
The young girl stared longingly at this fragrant and novel 'xiaolongbao,' swallowing her saliva.
Zhao Rong was speechless, "There's more on the plate, I'm only having one."
"Not even one, this... this chubby little xiaolongbao only totals five!" The little girl, sharp-eyed, pouted and accused her beau: "It's only enough for me to have five bites, you stinky Brother Rong'er, how could you be so heartless to eat mine? How could you bear it!"
"Sorry..." Zhao Rong, moved by her aggrieved tone, instinctively set down his chopsticks, only to realize halfway and decisively threw the xiaolongbao into his mouth, speaking indistinctly while chewing: "No, I made these in the first place, first come, first served. How could I not eat them? Besides, you don't even recognize it, cannot call its name, and it doesn't recognize you either, so how is it all yours? Little girl, you're quite adept at twisting the truth."
