The glutinous rice dumplings soon arrived. They were steaming hot, and wisps of vapor were curling above the bowls.

The round, plump dumplings floated up and down in the sweet soup, uniform in size, adorably chubby.

Shi Yunsheng popped one whole into his mouth.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” Meng Ke said proudly. “This shop has been around since I was a kid, over a hundred years old, and one of Chang’an’s best.”