"Oh!" Tang Yuran responded and pouted at her, walking over with a reluctant expression on her face.
She had just sat down when Gu Yu finished washing his hands and came out of the bathroom. He sat down next to Tang Yuran, reached for a dumpling wrapper, grabbed a spoon with the other hand, scooped up some filling, placed it in the center of the wrapper, and then his hands came together to pinch, producing a perfectly round and plump dumpling.
"Wow, Xiaoyu, you're so talented!" Tang Yuran's mother couldn't help but exclaim as she watched Gu Yu make the dumpling, "That looks so much better than the ones Youyou makes."
"..."
Tang Yuran was at a loss for words.
Gu Yu turned to Tang Yuran and smiled, then continued making another dumpling.
