One bite.
Congratulations to Ouyang, you've won again, it's still the mixed fruit filling glutinous rice ball!
Ouyang almost shed two clear tears as he knelt down with his hands raised above his head, looking up proudly and questioning the heavens why.
But he wouldn't do that, because now he can't ask the heavens by looking up, he can only question the kitchen ceiling.
"Qin Huai, exactly how many mixed fruit filling glutinous rice balls did you make today? When I looked in the kitchen just now, it didn't seem like you made many!" Ouyang asked in sorrowful indignation.
Ouyang's sorrowful voice brought Qin Huai back to reality. Qin Huai blinked, seeing that Ouyang had won: "Your luck is pretty bad today. There wasn't enough winter melon candy at home, so I only made 8 mixed fruit filling balls."
"With 21 bowls of soup dumplings, if you managed to get one, you should buy a lottery ticket during the day."
Ouyang: ...
So tired, just let destruction come.
