Then, the three people started to eat their soup dumplings. Strangely, Zhou Jia didn't charge them beforehand, but just went to serve other customers soon. She was fairly busy during the breakfast time.
"Hurry up. It's the last time we ate this. So expensive," Boss Zhao instructed immediately. Thinking of the price of 66 RMB for each, he felt a severe heartache.
"Thank you, Boss Zhao," Lin Cong and Zheng Xing looked at each other and then said in one voice.
"Now that you guys are thankful to me, eat it up quickly," said Boss Zhao, who felt that it was funny.
"Yes, sir." The two persons agreed at the same time and then looked at the soup dumplings in front of them attentively.
The almost translucent thin skin was wrapping the filling and gravy. When Lin Cong poked it with the chopsticks curiously, the skin of the soup dumpling was only dented slightly. Only then did he said in surprise, "It surprisingly didn't break."
