As Lao Wang's meatball approached, it felt as if the ground was shaking. It was obvious that it did not just look heavy, but it also felt very heavy. The meat was not empty.
"What is this?" At that time, Xiao Li noticed Yuan Zhou at the side.
"Little Yuan, you're here to help. Li has something to do at home recently, so he needs to come over in a few days. It just so happens that you're here today to help, so you've made it in time." Auntie Wu said with a smile.
"Give me the vegetables. I can help wash them first." Yuan Zhou had worked as an assistant chef in a restaurant before. Naturally, he knew what a dunzi should do, especially in such a small restaurant.
"Good boy, you're quite diligent. Not bad, not bad." At that time, old Wang passed by Yuan Zhou and patted his shoulder with his huge palm-leaf fan like palm.
