What a pity...
Both the parents and kids were completely captivated by the "Chef Huang" sign from other food stalls and didn't hear what Qingqing and Weiwei were saying at all.
They rushed towards the direction of the shouting, fearing they'd miss out if they were late.
Qingqing and Weiwei stood still, watching the crowd gradually thin and leave, feeling a faint sense of loss and puzzlement.
Weiwei glanced with a hint of doubt and softly asked Qingqing, "Sis, why aren't the uncles and aunties stopping to try even a bit? Do they not like the spinach cakes we made?"
Upon hearing this, Qingqing shook her head quickly, her eyes shining with determination, "No, dear. Don't overthink it. Our spinach cakes look so beautiful, how could anyone not like them? Besides, Dad helped us make them! It's even less likely anyone wouldn't like them."
"Then why did they just leave without trying?" Weiwei pursued further.
