The first egg dumpling had barely left the pan when the two of them rushed up, eyes shining bright, neither willing to yield to the other, their faces red and necks swollen from the struggle.
Lin Yuan, chuckling, looked at the frying ladle in her hand and mused, "The meat filling isn't even cooked yet. Eating it now would surely cause stomach trouble."
Just as Lin Yuan had said, the egg dumplings were still undercooked. They needed to wait until all the dumplings were finished, either to be made into soup or hotpot, and were meant to be enjoyed with other dishes for the best flavor.
However, the two gluttons—an old one and a young one—wouldn't believe her words, each still vying for supremacy, unwilling to concede.
In the end, it was, of course, Xiao Linshuang who admitted defeat, staring at the smugly laughing Lao Fan with a face full of grudging resentment.
