Xia Hao, speaking, picked up a set of brand-new chopsticks and deftly served each person at An Yiqing's table a delicate, translucent, perfectly rounded Little Bun. The sight of the dumplings instantly whetted everyone's appetite, and they cast aside any pretense of decorum, devouring the food voraciously.
"Mmm, delicious. Auntie, the master chef's skills just keep getting better!" An Yiqing took a bite of the soup dumpling and internally sang praises. It had been too long since she had tasted this flavor; it was full of memories.
"As long as you all enjoy the food, that's good. You've come to support Xiao Haozi with his final exams, and your uncle and I don't have much to offer. The least we can do is make sure you're well fed," Mother Xia said with a loving smile. "Qingqing, you eat first. I still have things to take care of at the office."
Mother Xia reminded Xia Hao several times to take good care of An Yiqing and the others before she reluctantly left.