"Handsome men, beautiful women, and gorgeous babies, everyone hurry up! It's 11 o'clock now, and there's only half an hour left until the mission ends. Come on, come on! Come on, come on, keep it creative!"

Director Cai, holding a megaphone he'd borrowed from somewhere, stood on a brick and continued shouting, "Everyone, please make sure to sort the dumplings! Put one type in one spot. After we finish, our production team and General Manager Qi will go down and check them. The first place winner will receive a beautiful gift package prepared by General Manager Qi!"

Mr. Qi's exquisite gift package, so Mr. Qi's mission this time is to be a "deliveryman"?

Everyone sped up, racking their brains, and immediately sculpting whatever patterns came to mind.

Perhaps she had lost her "inspiration," because Chen Xueyun, who was originally far ahead, slowed down and stared blankly at a piece of dough in her hand.

Chen Xueyun was very angry after losing yesterday afternoon. She told Liang Xiyu countless times throughout the night that she must win first place in the competition the next day.

Seeing everyone working so hard, especially Yu Qingqing and Lin Muze, mother and son working together, making dumplings very quickly, Liang Xiyu noticed that there was no dough left on the cutting board, only a few wrappers. It seemed that the first place winner was already in sight.

Liang Xiyu tugged at Chen Xueyun, who was lost in thought, "Mommy, we only have half an hour left. If we do a few more tricks, we can get first place!"

Chen Xueyun was a little annoyed. She tore the dough in half, then kneaded it into a ball in her hand and threw it on the cutting board. "I can't think of any other variations. Why don't you help me think of anything? All you do is rush me."

Liang Xiyu felt a little wronged after being scolded by Chen Xueyun. Why didn't she think of that? It was only because her mother said it didn't look good that she didn't wrap it. "Mommy, how about I wrap it?"

Chen Xueyun's face grew increasingly grim; she was angry. Liang Xiyu, looking aggrieved, pursed her red lips and picked up a piece of dough with slightly cracked edges. "Mommy, I've thought of a pattern. Shall I wrap it?"

Chen Xueyun relented and said, "Yes."

Liang Xiyu quickly made a dumpling for Chen Xueyun to see. It was nothing more than folding the dumpling into a square. Whether it looked good or not was another matter. It would definitely fall apart when it was cooked. If she could tell, how could the production team not? They might even think she was trying to get away with it.

"Never mind, just tell me what you think, I'll wrap them." Chen Xueyun pushed Liang Xiyu away and started wrapping them herself.

The children, too, were competitive, and they all helped their parents make dumplings. Even Chuchu, who was playing hopscotch, stopped and stood obediently beside Lan Qingyue, saying, "Mommy, Chuchu wants to help too~~~"

"But can you do it?" Lan Qingyue glanced at Chu Chu. The little one was playing too wildly, and her forehead was covered with glistening beads of sweat.

The little one nodded firmly, "Chuchu will~~~"

"Forget it," Lan Qingyue said, still feeling uneasy. She told Chu Chu to go and get a tissue from the production crew to wipe her sweat.

The little one thought that wiping away the sweat meant she could start making dumplings, so she ran over very fast, swaying unsteadily, the bright sunlight casting a golden glow on her head.

The little one, sucking on her hands, looked at the busy staff members, turned a corner, and snuggled into Qi Yu's arms, her sweet little voice saying, "Uncle Qi, Mommy asked Chu Chu to come and borrow a tissue to wipe her sweat."

Worried, Lan Qingyue looked over and saw this scene: Chu Chu nestled in Qi Yu's arms, curiously clutching a handkerchief. And the gray handkerchief could only belong to Qi Yu, right?!