Amy, The King Of Jokes
Translator: Henyee Translations Éditeur: Henyee Translations
"It's so delicious. The skin is thin and soft, and it is stuffed with meat filling. It felt so blissful with just one bite," Amy praised.
To a broad-spectrum chowhound, the theory of eating light for breakfast was invalid.
Mag indulgently said to Amy, "I'll make you another bowl later if you like it."
"Mm-hmm. Father is the best," Amy said happily before continuing to eat the wontons.
Mag picked up a spoon and started eating too.
The so-called wontons were Sichuan-style wontons in his understanding.
However, the wonton's skin was round, while the Sichuanese wonton's skin was square.
Its size was slightly bigger compared to the small wontons of some places, yet it was smaller than some big wontons at some other places. The perfect size was when you were able to pop one into your mouth every time.
Mag actually didn't like the wontons in clear soup very much.