Yun Jin and the others planned to spend the Dragon Boat Festival in Beijing before returning to their residence.

It just so happens that there's a holiday for the Dragon Boat Festival.

Mrs. He is in a good mood this year and plans to make zongzi at home herself.

Yun Jin was very supportive: "I'll learn how to wrap zongzi from Mom, so that Daddy Nian Gao can wrap them for him whenever he wants to eat them. Zongzi made by Mom will taste just like Mom's!"

The five words "Mom's Taste" captivated He's mother for a few seconds.

He found his youngest daughter-in-law increasingly pleasing to the eye.

She was good to her youngest son, and Mother He was also good to Yun Jin.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were as close as mother and daughter. After feeding the little rice cake, Yun Jin handed it over to He Tingchuan to watch over. She accompanied He's mother to the supply and marketing cooperative to sell glutinous rice, as well as zongzi leaves, peanuts, and red beans.

Knowing that Yun Jin likes to eat meat, they even bought pork belly, so they can also eat meat-filled rice dumplings this year.

Yun Jin was making zongzi for the first time, and she was a little clumsy.

Fortunately, she studied diligently, and Yun Jin finally learned how to wrap the zongzi when she was almost finished. Unfortunately, there were no zongzi at home for her to practice with, so Yun Jin could only wander around the courtyard with Mother He.

Whenever she saw someone wrapping zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), Yun Jin would enthusiastically help.

By the end of the day, Yun Jin had perfectly mastered the skill of wrapping zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), and had also successfully become the most well-regarded young wife in the compound—obedient, hardworking, sweet-talking, and warm-hearted.

Yun Jin never expected that simply honing her rice dumpling-wrapping skills would earn her such a good reputation.

Yun Jin is now incredibly good at making zongzi (sticky rice dumplings).

My hands are sore and swollen, but I don't tell anyone about it.

He Tingchuan looked at Yun Jin, who was sticking out her fingers, and took her hand to check it. He saw that her fair and jade-like hand was red and swollen, obviously from being pinched by palm leaves. He felt sorry for her: "You still went to help others wrap zongzi with your hand like this?"

"It's alright, it'll be fine overnight!" Yun Jin didn't care; this wasn't to learn so she wouldn't forget later.

He Tingchuan glanced at her sideways: "No more wrapping zongzi tomorrow."

"No one will be making zongzi tomorrow either. We've basically finished making them all today. Once they're cooked, you must eat an extra one." Yun Jin felt quite accomplished.

He Tingchuan blew on her swollen fingers, applied medicine to her knee, and rubbed her fingers a few times.

Yun Jin felt a warm glow inside, feeling sorry for He Tingchuan. Taking advantage of the fact that no one else was home, she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss, which almost made He Tingchuan lose his composure: "Don't think that a kiss will make you feel better."

"One or two!" Yun Jin, without any shame, leaned over and kissed him again.

When Mother He saw this, she covered her eyes and stared wide-eyed at their adorable little rice cake: "Oh dear, my fan is at the neighbor's house, let's go get the fan."

Since they'd already been seen, He Tingchuan stopped pretending. He lifted Yun Jin's head and pressed her lips against his. The two kissed for a few moments before releasing each other as if no one else was around.

When Mother He returned, Yun Jin and He Tingchuan had already composed themselves, as if nothing had happened.

Before going to bed that night, the rice dumplings that Mrs. He had cooked were ready. She took out a string of them and gave one to each person so that everyone could taste this year's rice dumplings before going to sleep.

Mr. He is getting old and doesn't dare to eat too much, so he shares one with Mrs. He.

He Zizhen looked at the ugly zongzi in front of her: "Grandma, did you make this? Why is it so ugly? How can I eat it?"

Yun Jin blushed slightly: "I wrapped those."

He Tingchuan took the ugly rice dumpling and said, "My wife made it, so I'll eat it myself."

We don't want to give it to others even though they want some!

With He Tingchuan there to support her, Yun Jin smiled sweetly.

Mother He said, "Your aunt is making zongzi for the first time today, and she's improving very quickly. This is what she made at the beginning. The ones she made later are just like mine. Don't laugh at your aunt!"

He Zizhen feigned innocence: "Didn't your aunt do all sorts of chores in the countryside? How come she doesn't know how to wrap zongzi?"

Yun Jin said with shame, "There's not much food in the countryside, and my aunt doesn't want me to waste it, so she basically doesn't let me wrap zongzi. I'm sorry you had to see this."

As she spoke, Yun Jin took the opportunity to praise Mother He: "Fortunately, I have a good mother-in-law. She doesn't mind that I'm clumsy and wasteful, or that my zongzi are too ugly. She is willing to patiently teach me so that I can learn how to wrap zongzi!"

Mother He was pleased.

Mr. He nodded in satisfaction.

He Tingchuan was proud.

Little Rice Cake is sleeping.

He Zizhen wanted to say something, but her mother kicked her, and she wisely shut her mouth.

Yun Jin said, "My sister-in-law He Zizhen has always been with Mom, so I'm sure she can wrap zongzi better than I can."

Sister-in-law He was heartbroken. She hadn't wrapped zongzi many times in recent years and had even forgotten how to wrap them: "My workplace is quite busy."

The implication is that no one can compare to an unemployed person like you.

He Zizhen said proudly, "Grandma feels sorry for me and won't let me wrap zongzi."

Anyone like you should come and work at home.

Mother He said, "Next year, Zizhen will also learn to wrap zongzi. Your mother is busy with work and has little time off, but you are a grown woman now and should learn to do some housework so that you won't be laughed at for not being able to do housework when you go out in the future."

He Zizhen, who had been completely taken in, was slapped in the face: "Oh!"

Yun Jin watched the spectacle with a smile: "Then won't I be able to eat Zizhen buns next year?"

He Zizhen secretly curled her lip, thinking to herself, "Dream on, she won't let anyone eat the ones she made!"

The zongzi in Beijing are all sweet, so the He family wasn't used to eating zongzi with pork belly. However, He Tingchuan was very supportive, saying that the meat zongzi tasted pretty good too.

If no one likes it, pack it up and take it to eat on the train.

With He Tingchuan backing them up, Brother He and the others couldn't say anything.

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, Yun Jin and He Tingchuan bought some gifts, along with some zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) that they had made at home, for Uncle Chen. They also sent some gifts to several elders who had taken good care of He Tingchuan in the past, as a token of their appreciation.

The elders didn't let them suffer any loss either, preparing small red envelopes, fruit, and other goodies for Xiao Niangao.

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