"Smells good!"
"Let me take a look at what goodies Father made!"
Two little heads peeked out from the kitchen. They looked up curiously at the pile of bamboo steamers that had steam escaping from them.
The fragrance of the dumplings wafted over together with the steam.
Mag turned to look at the two little fellows with a smile, and said, "Have the two of you washed up? If you haven't, go up and wash up first, and you'll be able to have piping hot soup dumplings when you come down."
"Father, what are soup dumplings?" Amy asked curiously without moving.
"You'll find out later." Mag kept it mysterious.
"Alright." Amy nodded and turned to go upstairs to wash up.
Not long later, the two fellows came downstairs.
Mag had already switched the fire off. After a while, he brought the three bamboo steamers with dumplings out of the kitchen.
Mag opened the lid of the bamboo steamers as the two little fellows watched intently.
