"Elder sister, the buns you wrapped are so pretty." Lin Wei took the small bun made by her big sister and looked at it over and over in her palm; the buns their mother used to make were all oblong, just pinching the dough together was enough. She had no idea that buns could be made this beautiful.
"Aren't all buns the same? As long as they're edible, that's all that matters," Lin Yuan chatted with her younger sister while her hands kept busy, and in no time, she had wrapped about a dozen buns.
"Elder sister, I think if the food is made to look attractive, you'll enjoy eating it more, love it more, and it will taste even better," Wei remarked.
Hearing her sister's words, Lin Yuan couldn't help but smile ear to ear, "That's called having an appetite."
"What's an appetite?" Xiao Linshuang, who had been watching, finally took her eyes off the meat buns and looked at her elder sister in confusion.
