Whether Shi Xi says it softly or loudly, it's the same.
Everyone present, except for the father and mother, had very sensitive hearing.
Mi Rou glared fiercely at Shi Xi, but was intimidated by Di Chenxiao's icy gaze and retreated, feeling wronged as she made dumplings alone.
Shi Hao found it somewhat amusing; Mi Rou always seemed to reveal her childlike nature in front of Shi Xi.
Shi Xi secretly gave Di Chenxiao a thumbs up.
She hoped that Mi Rou could become her sister-in-law.
However, love is a very subtle thing; it cannot be seen or touched, yet it can affect a person's mood.
Mi Rou's attitude towards her older brother doesn't seem to reflect romantic feelings between a man and a woman.
Forget it, she just needs to take care of herself. She shouldn't get involved in other people's marriages.
Shi Han thought that Shisan was only good at fighting, but she didn't expect that this fighting expert could also make dumplings.
"Thirteen, the dumplings you make are so pretty and quick to make, they won't... fall apart as soon as they go into the pot, will they?"
Thirteen lifted her foot and stomped hard on Shi Han, then continued making dumplings as if nothing had happened.
Shi Han's face was contorted with pain. Pointing at Thirteen, she stammered, "You...you...are..."
Thirteen looked at Shi Han coldly, her eyes devoid of any warmth.
He lowered his fingers and forced a smile, saying, "It looks great!"
Thirteen withdrew her cold gaze and continued to focus on making dumplings.
When Di Chenxiao was selecting bodyguards to protect Shi Xi, he not only needed bodyguards with excellent skills and handsome appearance, but also bodyguards who could cook and make all kinds of food.
Dumplings are the simplest kind of food, so of course she knows how to make them.
Many of the bodyguards privately discussed that the person they would protect in the future must be a foodie, otherwise why would their master include cooking skills as a criterion for evaluation?
Thirteen glanced silently at Shi Xi, who was constantly eating malt candy. She really was a foodie.
Shi.Foodie.Xi: "Why do I feel that maltose tastes different on the Little New Year than it does on other days?"
Mother Shi said with a smile, "Eating malt sugar and dumplings on the Little New Year is a custom passed down from our ancestors, so it will naturally be different from usual."
Mr. Shi nodded, “Actually, what we eat is secondary. The main thing is that the whole family can sit together happily, make dumplings, chat, and catch up on everyday life.”
Shi Xi: "Eating is also very important! Dumplings that you make yourself taste better than dumplings that someone else makes."
Di Chenxiao pinched the tip of her nose and said affectionately, "You!"
"hey-hey--"
Shi Hao shook his head helplessly. He suspected that his silly sister had been lured to Xiyuan by the delicious food made by Di Chenxiao.
"Xiaoxi, have your final exam results come out yet?"
Shi Xi's expression changed, and she said dejectedly, "...I'm out."
Shi Hao, Shi's mother, Shi's father, and Shi Han looked at each other, realizing that Shi Xi hadn't done well on the exam.
Shi Han stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "We're all celebrating the Lunar New Year together, why are we talking about grades? After every exam, I don't think about my score anymore. It's all in the past, it's not important."
"What kind of dumplings do you like? I like dumplings with chives and shrimp. Big brother, little sister, thirteen, what kind of dumplings do you like?"
Eldest brother: "I'm not a picky eater."
Thirteen: "Either is fine."
Sister: "I like all kinds of dumplings, whether they're filled with meat, such as beef, pork, fish, chicken, or seafood."
Shi Han: "..."
"Actually, it's not that I can't talk about my score, it's just a bit strange."
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