On Monday, Xu Qingfan and Xia Xiaoxiao were waiting for the school bus at the entrance of the courtyard.
"Kids, why no chee cheong fun today?" the rice noodle shop owner asked with a chuckle, looking at the two standing shoulder to shoulder waiting for the bus.
"Good morning, Boss. We steamed buns at home," Xu Qingfan replied politely, lifting the bag of buns he was holding.
The real reason was that his friend beside him had grown tired of rice noodles and wanted to eat soup dumplings instead. Early in the morning, she had disturbed his peaceful sleep, and after washing up, they dashed to the street corner to wait for a mobile NPC—a lady pushing a cart selling soup dumplings.
A white cloth covered dozens of towering steamers. When lifted, the steaming mist was so hot it almost burned, and the thinly wrapped, generously filled soup dumplings were neatly arranged inside, their juices soaking into the translucent wrappers.
