When the boy had waited all morning and finally got to eat dumplings for lunch, he stared blankly at the... indescribably odd things in his bowl.
Not only were their shapes bizarre, but they were also leaking fillings.
On average, nine out of ten were leaking. Where did Li Xiaosu get the confidence to say she could make dumplings with such lamentable skill?
Moreover, he saw that the filling was prepared by Sister Mu.
All she did was pick up a dumpling wrapper, scoop some filling into the middle, and then pinch it into shape.
Yet even this simple action she couldn't perform correctly.
Seeing her son in a daze, Li Susu said, "You can't judge a book by its cover, and the same goes for dumplings. Try the taste, and you'll find it delicious!"
Li Jinghang: "...Actually, I'm not much of a dumpling fan."
