Chen Xi wore the look of a man about to be sentenced to a lifetime of hard labor. If his older brother didn’t manage to coax his sister-in-law back into good spirits, he could forget about living in peace.
But seeing Gu Zi heavily pregnant, he knew it would be both rude and shameless to linger and freeload. So, after grabbing the food box she’d asked him to take with him, he quietly slipped away like a guest who had long overstayed his welcome.
Inside, Gu Zi placed the dumplings and sweet glutinous rice balls that Sun Yi had sent into the fridge. She instructed Su Shen to boil two pots of water later so they could eat them freshly cooked.
Su Li, observing all this with wide eyes, asked eagerly, "Mommy, are we still making dumplings and buns today?"
They had planned this as a family activity just yesterday — to make dumplings and steamed buns together. Gu Zi had already prepared the fillings and proofed the dough the night before.
Su Li had been looking forward to it all day. The idea of the whole family huddled around the kitchen table, chatting and laughing as they wrapped dumplings and shaped buns, sounded like the perfect kind of chaos.
Catching on to her son’s eager expression, Gu Zi smiled and said warmly, "Of course, we’re making them. We’ll freeze what we don’t eat right away and cook them whenever we want. They’ll be perfect for breakfast over the next few days. Go wash your hands — let’s get started."
The three children dashed off to wash their hands and returned moments later, sleeves rolled up, ready for action. Some got to work on the buns, others on dumplings. The buns needed risen dough, the dumplings used regular dough. Having watched their mother countless times before, the kids didn’t even need instructions.
Su Bing and Su Li had practiced before and now their handiwork looked decently presentable. Su Le, however, was joining in for the first time. Gu Zi guided her gently, step by step.
Su Le watched carefully and tried to follow, but for her, dumpling-making was no simple feat. Her creations were closer to amorphous blobs than anything edible. Still, Gu Zi encouraged her not to give up. The little girl’s confidence soared, and she attempted a few more — all equally strange, all equally endearing.
Gu Zi chuckled to herself. This child, clearly brilliant with books and quick-thinking, wasn’t quite as dexterous when it came to handiwork.
Su Li couldn’t resist teasing. "Lele, you’re so clumsy! Look at the ones I made — aren’t they amazing?"
Su Le puffed out her cheeks, lips pushed into a pout, her little face flushed pink from embarrassment. But her eyes stayed fixed on Gu Zi, seeking affirmation.
Gu Zi’s expression softened. "Our Lele has a life of ease ahead of her — she’s not clumsy, just destined to enjoy luxury," she said with a wink.
Su Le had been sulking just a moment before, but hearing that, her eyes lit up like sparklers. She broke into a smile so sweet it could melt snow.
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