Looking at the soup dumplings on the table, Xia Lu frowned. She couldn't figure out what Zhou Mingchen was up to. It was surprising that he didn't confront her but instead made dumplings for her by hand; she knew from yesterday how troublesome these things were to make. Or perhaps she... walked to the table, reaching out to pick up a dumpling and opened it with chopsticks.
After inspecting it for a long time, she didn't find anything unusual inside, but she wasn't completely reassured and pushed the dumpling aside with her hand.
"Zhang Ma, I don't want to eat dumplings today. Is there anything else?"
Zhang Ma came out with plain porridge, glanced at the dumplings messed up on the table, and was stunned. "Madam, is there a problem with these dumplings?"
