Qin An'an: "..."

The dumplings were made by the two of them together.

Qin Anan rolled out the dumpling skin, and Fu Shiting chopped the meat filling.

This was Qin An'an's first time rolling out dumpling skins, and it was also Fu Shiting's first time mincing meat fillings.

The two of them have no experience and follow the online tutorials completely.

The taste is not as good as the frozen dumplings sold in the supermarket.

When there was no bad news, the two of them were in a good mood, so eating these dumplings didn't feel bad.

Now that I have heard the bad news, the unpalatability of dumplings is vividly reflected.

After a while, Rila got up and went to the dining room for breakfast.

After Rilla glanced at the breakfast on the table, she served herself a few dumplings without hesitation.

Fu Shiting's Adam's apple rolled, wanting his daughter not to eat it.

Qin Anan glanced at him and told him not to say anything.

Rila filled the dumplings and sat down in the dining chair.

"Mom and Dad, why did you two get up so early today? The two of you don't get up at this time usually!" When Rila spoke, she put the dumplings in her mouth and stared at her parents.

Fu Shiting and Qin Anan looked away from their daughter's face when they saw their daughter eat the dumplings in their mouths.

Even if her daughter's food and clothing expenses from childhood to adulthood are not the best, they are not bad either.

Qin Anan felt that her daughter would probably spit out the dumpling.

The dumpling skin she rolled out was a little thick.

Fu Shiting's meat filling was a bit salty.

However, Rila ate the dumpling!

Not only that, but Rila also ate the other three dumplings in the bowl.

Qin An'an and Fu Shiting looked at each other.

The eyes of the two are saying: Maybe the dumplings we made are not so bad.

Ten minutes later, Rila finished her breakfast and got up from her dining chair.

"Mom, come here." Rila wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue and said to her mother.

Qin Anan immediately followed Rila.

The mother and daughter walked out of the villa and into the courtyard.

Rila said in a low voice, "Mom, didn't Grandma Zhang make today's breakfast? Have you noticed that today's dumplings are a bit unpalatable?"

Qin An'an: "..."

"If it was made by Grandma Zhang, then I wouldn't say it. I just don't think Grandma Zhang made it before." Rila carried her schoolbag and was about to get into the car.

Qin Anan immediately grabbed her daughter: "Rila, you are so sensible. Fortunately, you didn't say dumplings were unpalatable in the dining room just now. It gave me and your father enough face. Today's dumplings were made by me and your father."

Rila was a little shocked, and then sighed: "No wonder it's a bit unpalatable! I haven't eaten something so unpalatable in a long time. Mom, you and Dad will sleep more in the morning from now on, so you don't have to get up so early."

Rila finished speaking and got into the car.

Qin Anan adjusted her mood and went back indoors.

Fu Shiting didn't know who to call, so he was walking upstairs with his cell phone. JrNovels.com