Before long, with the help of the nanny, they were done with the making of sycee-shaped dumplings. There was enough for the whole family, including the guest, Lei Qingyi.
Once the first batch of dumplings was cooked, Ye Shuyun packed them in a Tupperware to take away.
"I'm going to the hospital, Qingyi. I'll cook you more dumplings when I'm back," said Ye Shuyun as she untied her apron and marched out, Tupperware in hand.
Lei Qingyi stood up. "Okay," he said. The dumplings in the kitchen made him drool. With his aunt gone, he could eat as many dumplings as he liked. His aunt's dumplings were divine, a delicacy one could not hope to find in any restaurant.
Oh, he knew another person who made delicious dumplings.
Yan Huan. Yan Huan's shrimp dumplings were in a class of her own. Maybe he could get Lu Yi to convince her to cook up some dumplings. That would be enjoyable. Then again, it wasn't a very realistic hope, considering Yan Huan's arm injury.
