Meanwhile, on the other side of the table, Ming Yuelin and Chen Zin were still casting sharp glances at each other.
Despite the delicious spread of food, their rivalry was evident in every little action they took.
Ming Yuelin would reach for a dish, and Chen Zin would quickly do the same, their chopsticks clashing in the air more than once.
*clak* *clak*
The tension between the two reached its peak when they both reached for the last dumpling on one of the plates.
Their chopsticks hovered over the same piece of food, neither willing to back down.
"Let go..." Ming Yuelin hissed under her breath, her fingers gripping her chopsticks tightly. "I was going to take it."
Chen Zin narrowed her eyes, her voice low and cold. "In your dreams. I got here first."
The two glared at each other, both unwilling to surrender, their chopsticks now locked in a battle of wills over the last piece of food.