[Shi Qingxuan looks at the only slightly charred yaki onigiri and lets out a judgmental hum. She might not be an amazing cook by any means, but she knows enough to get by. (It was inevitable when she had a best friend who liked to eat as much as Ming-xio—the thought of her ex best friend turned...whatever he is now stops her cold and she sets the thought aside.) Instead, the young woman takes the tongs from Yujin and begins piling a few dumplings onto his plate.]
Here, try these, I made them! [They're pork mostly, and while the ingredients hadn't been exactly what she was used to working with, they actually came out pretty good despite a few substitutions.]
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Here, try these, I made them! [They're pork mostly, and while the ingredients hadn't been exactly what she was used to working with, they actually came out pretty good despite a few substitutions.]