"Luo Qianqian, is that supposed to be a dumpling?" Luo Shufan was making New Year's dumplings with Grandma Luo, the Eldest Aunt, and the Second Aunt, but Luo Qianqian's dumplings were either revealing the filling or oddly shaped, looking bizarre from every angle.
"I'm still a child, don't be too hard on me," Luo Qianqian pouted, making excuses for herself. It wasn't her fault that the dumplings were ugly; the fillings were uncooperative.
"Who says they're a child and asks others to not be picky?" Luo Shufan resignedly picked up another dumpling wrapper, "Watch closely, I'll teach you one more time." His fingers moved skillfully, and in no time, an ingot-shaped dumpling was made.
Luo Qianqian blinked innocently, "As long as dumplings are edible, that's all that matters, right?"
