Qi Dong nodded and sat down with Wen Jing.
Then he called out to the proprietress, "Twenty pot stickers and two servings of small wontons."
"Okay."
The proprietress was busy at the front.
Wen Jing couldn't stop thinking about the tempting pot of egg custard, "I want to eat that egg custard."
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Qi Dong, her face clearly showing her craving.
But Qi Dong frowned and showed his disgust, "It's full of bacteria, don't eat it."
His tone left no room for discussion.
Then he picked up the bowls and chopsticks in front of him and Wen Jing, stood up, and went to the hot water flask at the door to scald them.
Wen Jing's mouth corners drooped in disappointment, "Okay then."
Indeed, it wasn't hygienic.
Forget about it.
After consoling herself, she forgot about the egg custard.
Qi Dong brought over the scalded bowls and chopsticks and placed them in front of Wen Jing.
Wen Jing poured vinegar into her bowl first, followed by chili oil.
