Clap clap clap.
Just as Moo Yuemei clapped her hands.
Two maids promptly emerged from behind the screen behind Moo Yuemei, each carrying a delicately designed tray.
The two maids placed the steaming wontons from the tray onto the Eight Immortals table.
Then, with delicate hands, they gently removed the sable cloak from Chen Zhixing's shoulders and softly said:
"Please enjoy the wontons, Senior Brother Xiao."
The two maids bowed respectfully to Chen Zhixing, then gracefully exited the hall.
Moo Yuemei, sitting on a cushion, smiled slightly and said, "Try it. When I sent someone to buy it, the wonton seller said it's made by people from your hometown. See if it's authentic."
Chen Zhixing nodded, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at the table.
He saw a blue-glazed porcelain bowl embroidered with gold thread at the edge, steaming upwards. Inside, apart from transparent wontons, there was a handful of scallions, and slices of carrot, cabbage, and tender ginger.