"Boss Wang, does this adorable dumpling have a name?"
"Yeah, I was wondering too. It's such a pity for a dumpling this pretty not to have a name."
The girls' eyes were filled with love for the dumplings in their hands.
For girls who cherish rituals, it's very important for the dumplings they like to have a name.
Wang Fan looked at Zhuo Qianqian, thinking he couldn't come up with a good name other than "Yuanxiao" for dumplings.
Zhuo Qianqian, seeing the eager faces of the young girls, carefully savored the dumpling's taste.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit her. Excitedly, she snapped her fingers silently and said, "This dumpling is called 'Epiphyllum'."
"Epiphyllum?"
"Epiphyllum? Though the fleeting beauty of the flower is lovely, isn't it unrelated to dumplings?"
"However, the name is indeed beautiful, and the dumpling is beautiful too, so it does feel quite fitting."
