"Wow, this is so delicious!" Jing Yun took a bite of squirrel-shaped mandarin fish and, upon discovering that it was boneless, indignantly turned to look at Jing Yuan, who was eating quietly, "Senior sister, learn something."
Just then, Gu Tao brought up the last dish, and the tempting aroma made Jing Yun stand up to see what was in the big clay pot.
"What's this, what's this?"
Seeing Jing Yun's impatient look, Gu Tao laughed as he set the dish on the table, "This is my signature dish, steamed pork meatballs!
"Lion's head..."
Jing Yun shuddered, her face turning pale.
"Not your head, lah." Gu Tao ruffled the head of this jolly and scatterbrained little lion, "It's big meatballs."
"Tch..." Jing Yun pouted, muttering quietly, "Meatballs then meatballs, what lion's head."
