The customers were intrigued by the way Xie Dongsheng reacted to the dumpling. All of them lost their mood for eating and kept having the same question go through their mind: "That dumpling looked really beautiful and smelled really fragrant. I wonder how it tasted…"
When they saw Xie Dongsheng leave, everyone cast their eyes on his son, Xie Zhen.
The man with the flowery shirt commented, "Little Xie, it was my fault just now. Can you let me have a taste of that dumpling?"
Xie Zhen was taken back. He was not around previously, but he happened to see Xie Dongsheng stuff the dumplings into the freezer when he entered. He had no idea what had happened prior to that. Furthermore, everyone in front of him was a regular. He thought nothing of a single dumpling. Besides, it was the Dragon Boat Festival today. Giving two dumplings was only right.
With this thought in mind, Xie Zhen took the dumplings out again and asked, "How many do you want?"
