Song Tan couldn't help but laugh and cry at everyone's reaction.
In fact, the sweet dumplings only had Nuomi mixed with a bit of Old Song's family rice, and it was still raw. Besides the ordinary jujubes and green beans, it really wasn't that fragrant.
And they didn't dare to mix too much rice; otherwise, once it's cooked, it'll expand and squish the dumplings out of shape.
But she thought for a moment, everyone has been working all morning.
So she looked at Master Jiang: "Why not make them something small to nibble on?"
But as soon as she said this, everyone instantly stood firm:
"Don't make anything for me, I can endure it!"
What a joke!
The lunch is, after all, a proper meal with meat, veggies, eggs, and milk from the owner's place, all prepared in the kitchen since early morning.
If they nibbled a bit now and had to eat one bowl less during lunch than others, they'd stay up half the night slapping themselves!
No eating! Absolutely no eating!
