Fu Yanzhou, who had been ready to deliver a 10,000-word rant about this disastrous dish, immediately shut his mouth.
Lu Beiyuan, with a slight smirk, started, "You don't understand Xingxing at all. Xingxing loves these dumplings with this filling the most."
Fu Yanzhou took a deep breath, "Of course I know what Xingxing likes to eat! I'm talking about the dumplings you made; they might not taste like anything!"
After speaking, he looked at Su Nanxing, "Xingxing, I like dumplings with this filling too. If you love them, I can learn to make them, and I'll make them for you whenever you want!"
The two big shots of Mocheng had put down their work to wash their hands and make soup; the scene couldn't be more beautiful.
Su Nanxing hastily said, "No need, no need."
"Why can he make them and I can't?" Fu Yanzhou raised his hand pointing at Lu Beiyuan, "Have you never considered me a friend?"
