Ling Chengyan didn't mind, she rolled up the sleeves for the two kids, washed their hands, and let them join in.
If they couldn't roll the dough or wrap dumplings, it didn't matter. They could press the dumpling portions, and they could also place the wrapped dumplings on the cover mat... After they worked enough, she gave each of the little ones a small piece of dough and a bit of brown sugar, letting them make sugar dumplings.
Whether the wrapped dumplings were good or whether they leaked didn't matter. The key was that the children participated, and there was a sense of recognition, making them very happy.
Wang Liansheng went to the post office after work that day, he returned home a little late, and the dumplings were almost done.
"Oh, what good day is it today, making dumplings!" Wang Liansheng also remembered it was the day Xiaoyu and Xiao Xing got their final exam scores, but pretended not to know.
