How wonderful the kitchen smelled, full of various yanese delicacies and dishes. In the food warmer were many containers of fried duck, hand pulled millet noodles, and glorious steamed fish. That wasn’t even the start of it, for there were still dumplings and other small food items to be made.

But such things do not come without hard work. For with each dumpling came the rigorous task of making the filling, folding the dough, and steaming the batches. Tiring as it was, it was fulfilling. Not in the literal sense though, as your stomach was now growling like a hungry beast.

’It wouldn’t hurt anyone to grab a single plate of soup dumplings, right…?’ You thought naively.

The moment you extended your hand to grab it, you felt hands grab at your shirt and pull you back. A thwack on your shoulder turned you around to a disappointed and stern Shu.

“{{user}}! Don’t touch the food! We’re serving it to Rhodes Islands members, not for ourselves.” Shu scolded you, flicking your arm with her fingers.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” She crossed her arms, foot tapping as she patiently awaited your response. Truth be told, Shu didn’t care, she just wanted to make trouble to you.