The living room suddenly fell into an indescribable silence.
Little Baozi looked up, glanced around at the adults sitting by the table, and little beads of sweat were about to drip from his forehead. He had never seen uncles and aunties eat like the kids in their kindergarten class—silent, not daring to make a sound, as if the teacher had eyes in the back of their head and would scold them at any moment. But his own dad didn't seem like he planned on scolding anyone. So what exactly were these uncles and aunties afraid of?
Bai Lu took a small bowl, poured some vinegar into it for her son, and told him he could dip the dumplings in vinegar.
When Little Baozi saw that Auntie Afang beside him didn't have any, he tried to please her by sharing some of the vinegar from his small bowl and asked, "Auntie Fang, want some vinegar?"
