"Here come the dumplings; this pot is filled with three-delicacies stuffing. Let's start with some vegetable ones to lighten the palate; the lamb ones will be ready soon."
Watching Wang Fan walk out with the dumplings, Liu's mom said to the second uncle with envy, "Look at your kid, he's so nice—handsome, promising, and diligent. Unlike my brat, who knows nothing but eating."
The second uncle laughed heartily, "Oh, don't say that. I see your pair of siblings are quite good—helping out diligently in our shop. Nowadays, such hardworking college students are rare. They'll surely thrive in the future."
Upon hearing this, Liu's mom couldn't help but smile brightly; after all, which parent doesn't like others praising their kids?
You can tease your own child, but if anyone else says a word, you must counter it!
Apart from dumplings, Wang Fan also held a bottle of pickled garlic: "This was pickled a few days ago. Today it's perfect to pair with dumplings."
