ChunTao and Duo'er only felt a tingling in their scalps, having never seen such a method of making dumplings.
But since Chen Yiling was a young lady, and now a pregnant woman, ChunTao could only comply with her words.
So Chen Yiling happily wrapped up a gigantic dumpling, but since the dough hadn't been leavened, it just turned out to be tough and its shape wasn't at all appetizing.
Qiao Duo'er had a stroke of genius and quickly fetched a sieve.
"You can cook yours separately—a pot of love-filled dinner for Lord Qin."
"Mrs. Tan really thinks of everything."
ChunTao gave a thumbs up, her face full of sly smiles.
She guessed that Lord Qin's expression would be quite a sight when he saw it.
Chen Yiling pouted and said, "Don't think I don't know you are turning your noses up at the dumplings I made. Lord Qin certainly won't feel the same way."
"Yes, yes, the son-in-law will definitely find the young lady's dumplings the most beautiful."
