At the counter, there were only white glutinous rice balls for now. Lin Chen was busy preparing new side dishes, and it would take a few more minutes before he could make the savory ones.
A few women, curious, each picked a rice ball of a shape they found appealing.
The rice balls were still warm to the touch, slightly hot but not too hot to hold.
Lucas's production speed almost matched the speed at which diners took them away. They were picked up just seconds after being made, so there was no worry about affecting the taste of the fried dough stick.
Some customers didn't want the sweet ones, so they passed them to the next person, but they didn't let too many diners come up at once to avoid clogging up, leading to a build-up of several white glutinous rice balls on the table from time to time, only to be immediately cleared out.
The few women, having waited in line and watched countless other diners devour the rice balls in a rush, had their anticipation levels maxed out.
