The maid who cooks in this house is a genuine foreign Aunt, and sometimes Matilda Jenkins really doesn't want to eat the food she makes. How could she possibly make such authentic dumplings, especially the dumpling filling? How can a foreigner make it taste so good?
And those beautiful folds on the dumplings clearly show they're made by someone very skilled.
Matilda Jenkins thought about it and realized that in this house, only Mrs. Morrison could make authentic dumplings.
Mrs. Morrison squinted her eyes as she was reminiscing: "I haven't made them in years, I'm a bit rusty."
"What you made is truly delicious, really delicious."
Nolan Morrison took out a napkin and wiped Matilda Jenkins' mouth corner, "Are you full?"
Matilda Jenkins nodded: "Mm, full... now."
Nolan Morrison held her hand to help her stand up, "Thank you for the midnight snack, Madam, it's late, you should get some rest."
Mrs. Morrison nodded: "It's indeed not early, you both should rest soon too."
