The soup dumplings were finished, and Xia Lu lightly tapped her shoulder and back. She didn't expect that the soup dumplings she usually ate were so complicated to make, perhaps she was just clumsy. If Aunt Zhang made them herself, they would probably have been ready a long time ago.
"Quick, taste them while they're hot." Aunt Zhang placed the steamer on the table and served a bowl of freshly simmered porridge beside it, inviting her.
Xia Lu took a small bite out of the soup dumpling, waited until the broth filled the spoon before she blew it cool and swallowed a mouthful. "Ah~ So delicious!" she exclaimed. There was indeed something different about making them by hand, although they didn't look as refined as Aunt Zhang's, the taste was equally good.
"Aunt Zhang, you should sit down and eat too." she said, "Try the dumplings I made, your contribution was significant."
