Two minutes later—
"Please sit over there, I'll do it myself." Luo Qingming took a deep breath and protected the dumpling wrapper.
If he keeps ruining things like this, are we even going to eat dumplings tonight?
Wen Mo gave up; he's just not cut out to cook.
After washing her hands and face, Luo Qingming returned to find that she had already efficiently wrapped most of the package.
Meanwhile, his wife and daughter were showering him with compliments.
"Son, you're amazing! How can you wrap dumplings so cutely? I can't do that." Wen Shiyu held up a dumpling shaped like a gold ingot and praised Luo Qingming without reservation.
Lin Xiaoxiao also praised, "Ah Ming has always been amazing, and his braised pork is delicious too."
"Really?" Wen Shiyu asked.
"Mmm." Lin Xiaoxiao enthusiastically recommended the food Luo Qingming made to her, "He learned it from my Qin Yushen, it's especially delicious."
The two of them chatted back and forth, making Luo Qingming blush with praise.
The speed of movement increased considerably.
I also wrapped a few extra shapes to make the two of them happy.
Wen Mo: "..."
I have to admit, my son's cooking skills are indeed quite good.
She walked over and sat down next to Wen Shiyu, watching Luo Qingming make dumplings, and asked, "Did A-Ming learn her skills from Qin Yu?"
“Okay.” Lin Xiaoxiao nodded.
Luo Qingming also said, "Back then, we were still in Jiangcheng. My brother-in-law had to go to work every day, so he taught me how to cook for my sister."
I've been calling her "sister" and "brother-in-law" for so long, I can't change it anytime soon.
I might as well not change it.
Anyway, the two were only a few minutes apart.
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