Wanqing was bent over packing dumplings, without stopping...
"Come on in." Mu Tianying leaned helplessly on the couch. From the looks of it, he was kept in the dark. He hummed lightly and pinched Wanqing's face.
Wanqing turned her head away, "Do it yourself, self-reliance fosters abundance."
"Mmm." Mu Tianying withdrew his hand and picked up a dumpling wrap but seemed unsure of how to proceed.
Dangdang asked, "Daddy, do you want me to teach you?"
Mu Tianying scowled, "Have you seen what yours look like?"
"At least I know how to do it…" Dangdang grumbled, criticizing his indulgent lifestyle. Just because they're adults, they think they can get the children to do everything...
Mu Tianying feeling insulted, hurriedly made a dumpling himself. Although not perfect, it was still a dumpling. He placed it in front of Dangdang, who took one look at it and dismissed him, annoyed because his dumplings were much larger than hers.
