Steaming hot dumplings were served bowl by bowl. The children devoured them voraciously. Of all the dishes Shen Meng made, dumplings were their absolute favorite. Seeing the kids enjoying their meal so much, Shen Meng felt a rare twinge of guilt. Previously, she often resorted to store-bought frozen dumplings or fresh ones prepared by others from the market, rarely making them herself.
But the dumplings for the New Year's meal were no shortcut—they were wrapped by the whole family. Lu Mingkai shaped two dumplings into what he thought resembled dog heads; unfortunately, besides himself, everyone else thought they looked more like an indescribable creature. As expected, when served, not even a trace of the "dog" could be found. Helpless, Shen Meng served him a dumpling skin with a tear, claiming it was one he made.
The little guy knew you're not supposed to cry during the New Year's, so he munched on his dumpling skin, trying to hold back tears.
