Old Chen and Zhao Shun never expected that the beautiful waitress would bring them dumplings, and they didn't even have time to thank her, only watching her back as she walked away.
Zhao Shun hadn't tasted the dumplings today either. The filling was made by Old Chen. With Old Chen's many years of experience, if he still needed to taste the filling of the dumplings before cooking, it could be said that all those years of experience had gone to waste.
Seeing a few guests staring intently at the half-transparent steamed dumplings in front of them, comparing them with the dumplings they were making, someone quickly noticed something was off.
"Strange, why is the shape of this dumpling different from the other two? How is this one made?"
A young guest who had finished wrapping five dumplings early pointed at the plump dumpling in the takeout box and looked at Zhao Shun, curiosity once again igniting in his eyes.
