"These dumplings are so exquisitely made!"
After watching Jiang Yu and Yan Tongtong leave, Liu Shurong finally took the time to examine the dumplings in the steamer.
Of course, she had eaten dumplings before. Not only are there several dumpling shops in Qiantang, but nearby Shanghai and Gusu also have many famous dumpling places that her family often frequents.
But to her, even the dumplings from those famous shops didn't seem to look as good as the ones in this school cafeteria, perhaps even a bit inferior.
The dumplings in the steamer were each about the size of a fist, lying softly in the steamer like flowers. The evenly and finely pleated folds on the dumplings looked as if they were measured with a ruler, each one perfectly uniform in length and depth, so exquisitely detailed it was almost unbelievable.
Picking up a dumpling with chopsticks, the rich broth inside began to drip downward, making the dumpling look like a beautifully shaped lantern.
