The dumplings tasted as delicious as they did yesterday. Zhou Wencai was in a daze. 'Can these be eaten?'
Upon smelling the alluring fragrance, Zhou Wencai swallowed his saliva and yearned to eat it. But why was no one offering him a bowl? Was he supposed to find a bowl for himself or eat with his hands?
Zhou Wencai refused to do either.
He was a young master born with a silver spoon in his mouth. No matter where he went, there would be people who would serve him. But now, he had to serve himself. It was very awkward for him.
However, he couldn't just watch others eat.
Thus, Zhou Wencai cast his gaze around, hoping that someone would notice his predicament.
It was a pity that the dumplings were fresh out of the pot. Who would pay attention to the young master?
