"If I were petty, why would I still bring you food?" Tang Yue raised an eyebrow in retort.
Zhang Minmin choked up, not knowing how to respond.
The agent had already brought over freshly cooked pancakes. Seeing the steaming dumplings, Zhang Minmin was instantly filled with appetite, ignoring the earlier awkwardness.
A plate of dumplings, enough to steam fifteen pieces, Zhang Minmin stuffed one into her mouth at a time. She loved eating dumplings, and among the many she had tried, only the ones made by her mom and those at Tang Yue's house suited her taste, the flavor carrying the essence of home.
"Delicious." Zhang Minmin's mouth was full, with no regard for image at all.
