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Although he had made dumplings many times before,
making them with his family and with the little friends from kindergarten was a first.
Little Bun also seemed somewhat excited.
Then he saw his own 'fragile' brother looking at him, sadly—collapsing into his arms?
Oh, Little Bun was too small, he could only hold onto his brother's head.
"Jinjin, big brother is so sad."
The 'fragile' brother began to speak.
Little Bun unconsciously patted his brother's soft hair.
He looked up at their father.
Little Bun found the situation overwhelming.
If he comforted this one, what about Dad?
"Don't cry, brother, don't cry, you are a man, you'll do better next time."
Little Milk Bun tried hard to keep a straight face, pushing down the excitement of making dumplings at the kindergarten, and like cajoling his own master, he soothed Tang Wenhuo's head.
Tang Chuang: ...
He hadn't even finished cleaning up the chess pieces yet.
