Ji Yinbing took the dumplings and sniffed them. She said to Yan Nuo, "Smells good."
Yan Nuo ate one and said, "It's hot."
Aunt Jin said, "It's delicious only if it's hot."
She was no longer afraid of this scary-looking fool.
Aunt Jin scooped six dumplings for each of the two little fellows. When they woke up, she brought them to them. Fang Zicheng did not like to eat dumplings because he once ate dumplings and bit a coin. His teeth hurt for a few days. Fang Zikai's appetite was not small. After he finished his dumplings, he saw that Fang Zicheng had only eaten two and a thought arose in his heart.
Fang Zikai walked to Fang Zicheng's side with a smile and tugged at his brother's sleeve.
His brother turned to look at him, his face expressionless and silent.
Fang Zikai was already used to his brother's coldness. He raised his bowl and pouted. "I'm not full."
