Two hours had passed, and the two of them had been holed up in the kitchen working away, with no indication of their progress.
Pei Yiting got up eagerly, volunteering to knock on the door, "Big brother, are you guys done? Auntie Zhang needs to start cooking!"
His voice was so smug it was asking for a smack.
The kitchen door opened, and Pei Yibai looked at his brother expressionlessly before striding out first.
Song Weiyi silently glanced at the few dumplings he had managed to wrap and followed.
"Eh, where are the dumplings?" Pei Yiting shouted in alarm.
He immediately rushed in, and there was just one plate, holding Pei Yibai's achievements.
Moments later, Pei Yiting brought the plate out and placed it before Mrs. Pei, "Mom, this was your suggestion, so you should be the judge."
Mrs. Pei narrowed her eyes, her gaze landing on the plate.
They were utterly lacking in presentation, hard to believe they were the handiwork of her son.
