"It must be Four Happiness Dumplings! What's wrong with you three? If you feel unwell, go see a doctor, don't just tough it out here."
Grandpa Qian continued to frown, frowning until Wang Gen Sheng already took out his phone, ready to contact the children of the three stubborn elders to drag them to the hospital, before he slowly spoke:
"Though Four Happiness Dumplings aren't as good as guo'er, they are tastier than Three Meat Buns."
Xu Tuqiang added: "And it's best eaten in-store, because it's not easy to pack."
Grandma Ding agreed: "Huang Ji's Three Meat Buns start forming queues at 5 in the morning."
Wang Gen Sheng suddenly understood what the three were worried about.
Wang Gen Sheng weakly asked: "In the future, will we also have to queue outside at 5 in the morning to get into the store to eat Four Happiness Dumplings?"
No one answered him.
