Very soon.
One bowl after another of tangyuan was brought out from the kitchen window by Li Chengzhan and Lin Qiuyu.
Placed on the tray.
Delivered to the tables of customers dining in the restaurant.
The tangyuan in the bowl, small and delicate, crafted with precision, perfectly round like a full moon on the fifteenth, about the size of a small walnut, white, tender, and translucent.
With a drizzle of sweet osmanthus syrup, adding to the flavor.
After being heated, it displayed a smooth, shiny honey color, and the bowls exuded waves of osmanthus fragrance, which not only enhanced the allure of the tangyuan but also significantly boosted its visual appeal.
Just looking at it made one's mouth water involuntarily.
Could not help but start to swallow.
Ma Junwen sniffed vigorously at the tangyuan in his bowl: "Wow, this smell, it's very fragrant! A waft of osmanthus scent."
