"Alright, move everything out. Let's see how quickly you can learn." Chen Xiangyu was also waiting to see them make fools of themselves.
Everything was moved to the living room. Seven people gathered around the table to make dumplings, Song Jiamei taught Si Xi, Chen Xiangyu taught Si Chengye, and Chen Zhi taught Si Ye.
Madam Zhou assisted them, fetching whatever they needed.
The three men had agreed beforehand that once they learned, they'd see whose dumplings looked the best.
So they were quite serious while learning. Normally smart-minded, but once they touched the small dumplings, they became clumsy.
"Si Chengye, you're using too much filling; it won't hold later!"
"Young master Xi, you're not making dumplings, you're making buns!"
"Si Ye, what are you wrapping there? It looks like a string bean to me."
The three women kept scolding them, while Madam Zhou listened and couldn't stop laughing.
