Gong Shaoyu looked at her with slight surprise, his eyes seemed to say, "Are you joking with me?"
"Um... I really did forget a bit."
What she actually wanted to say was that she had almost completely forgotten, otherwise she wouldn't have wrapped them so badly, but she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud.
The two didn't speak anymore, and Gong Shaoyu, holding the dumpling skin, watched her struggle to wrap one. After that, he began to fiddle with it himself.
At first, he was not adept, ruining several wrappers. After a solid two or three minutes, he barely managed to make one that looked decent.
"What is this mess?"
Lan Shan picked up the dumpling he had painstakingly wrapped, turned it over in her hand, and couldn't help but burst into laughter with a "pfft."
"Brother Gong, have you never been in a kitchen before?"
No one else could wrap a dumpling into a square shape like that.
"Yeah."
