After finishing their meal, An Zhiyuan stepped out to find some help. They had guests to entertain today, so of course they needed to borrow tables and chairs; their own dining table could barely fit four or five people, let alone more.
Bai Xiao had already busied herself in the kitchen—entertaining guests couldn't be too simple, especially since many of the guests were old comrades in arms for both of them.
For teammates who had faced life and death together, it was only right to offer the sincerest hospitality.
Bai Xiao planned to cook several dishes and then make dumplings. That way, even if there weren't enough dishes, the dumplings could fill in the gaps, mainly because she wasn't sure how many people would come tonight. An Zhiyuan roughly estimated about ten people, but if guests brought family members, the number could increase significantly.
Therefore, Bai Xiao preferred to anticipate a larger number of people.