These days, Lu Linchuan has taken care of almost all the housework, not letting her touch a drop of cold water.
"Does it look good?" After he finished pasting one up, he got off the stool, turned around and asked her, his eyes and brows full of undisguised smiles.
"It looks good." Su Wantang nodded, but her gaze fell on his fingertips, which were slightly red from the cold. Her heart felt a gentle, bittersweet sensation, as if something had gently struck it.
As if sensing something, the little ones inside her suddenly kicked her hard.
"Hiss..." She couldn't help but gasp softly.
Lu Linchuan immediately tensed up, taking a few quick steps to her side, squatting down, and placing his large hand on her stomach. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"
“No,” Su Wantang chuckled, taking his hand. “They greeted you, but complained that you were too busy putting up paper-cut window decorations and ignoring them.”
His large, warm hands covered his belly, and the two mischievous little ones calmed down, only occasionally wriggling slightly.
Lu Linchuan felt the movement under his palm, and his eyes softened to the point of being watery. He pressed his ear to the palm and listened intently for a long time before raising his head and saying to Su Wantang in a serious tone, "I heard them. They said they want to eat dumplings."
Lu Linchuan chopped the dumpling filling early in the morning.
Fresh pork foreleg meat, mixed with crisp winter-stored Chinese cabbage, minced scallions and ginger, and tossed with soy sauce and sesame oil, creates an irresistible aroma that permeates every corner of the house.
He also kneaded the dough, making it smooth and elastic, and then let it rest in a basin.
Su Wantang wanted to lend a hand, at least to help with making the dumplings.
But now she was too heavy-set, and when she sat at the table and made two, they either gave themselves away or were crooked and distorted, like a deflated balloon.
"Alright, you can rest and watch my bag." Lu Linchuan saw that she was frowning slightly and looked a little annoyed, so he smiled and took the dough from her hand.
He washed his hands, sat opposite her, picked up a thinly rolled dough sheet, scooped on a large spoonful of filling, and with nimble fingers, pinched and squeezed it, a round, plump dumpling with a protruding belly was made.
He was very fast, and in no time, a row of them was neatly stacked on the curtain.
Su Wantang rested her chin on her hand and looked at him.
The man was focused on wrapping dumplings, his head bowed, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath his eyes. A speck of white flour had somehow appeared on the tip of his straight nose, making him look both comical and strangely endearing.
She couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Lu Linchuan looked up, looking puzzled.
Su Wantang stretched out her finger and pointed to her nose.
He paused for a moment, then subconsciously rubbed the flour with the back of his hand, which spread the flour and turned his face into a big mess.
This made Su Wantang laugh even harder, her whole body trembling.
Lu Linchuan looked at her smiling face and wasn't annoyed. Instead, he deliberately smeared flour on his face with his hands, making her laugh until she couldn't breathe.
"Okay, okay, stop laughing..." Su Wantang finally stopped laughing, tears welling up in her eyes. "If you keep laughing, the two babies in your belly will protest."
Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened. Inside, more and more dumplings were being made, and the smell of home grew stronger and stronger. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)
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