On the day of the New Year, Luo Qianqian couldn't enjoy the holiday joy at all. Why did making dumplings for New Year's Eve dinner turn into making dumplings for so many people?
To make matters worse, she'd bought out all the dumpling skins from the market downstairs, and it was still not enough, so she had to search everywhere.
Compared to her, Luo Yanran was also suffering. Why so much filling? Why was he the one who had to chop the filling???
Qin Nuan wasn't faring any better; her dumpling-making motions had almost gone numb. If it weren't for the fact that Luo Qianqian's dumplings looked terrible, Qin Nuan would be in the same situation.
Old Master Luo and Yue Tingyu were also making dumplings, but because there were so many people, they couldn't hand-roll the skins; otherwise, they would die from exhaustion, and the person rolling the skins would have their hands worn out.
