"I made these dumplings for you. I’ll cook them for you to eat." Si Yu intentionally made more ingot-shaped dumplings, so they could easily be recognized as his.
Zhang Hualian and Mo Xiaolin made crescent-shaped dumplings.
"Tang, your husband is really good at making dumplings." Lucy looked at Si Yu with admiration; she didn’t expect men could also make dumplings.
Tang Yue said proudly, "Yes, he’s very good at it."
"Back in the team, during the New Year, everyone would make dumplings together. It was so lively." Si Yu’s words carried a sense of nostalgia. In the first two years when he joined the team, he never had time to go home, even spending the New Year within the team.
Each New Year, everyone gathered to make dumplings, which was quite lively. The initial two years in the team were very tough, driving and delivering goods every day, and making dumplings for New Year was probably the most festive thing.
"Xiao Yang, don’t be discouraged. Dumplings are easy to make." Meng Jin, also interested, saw Lian Qingyang looking defeated and comforted him. He washed his hands clean and patiently taught Lian Qingyang step by step how to make dumplings.
Lian Qingyang watched Meng Jin make a crescent dumpling quickly, while he...could only pinch the edges, trying hard to make some pretty pleats but ended up with a shapeless thing. Just when he had gathered enough resolve, his heart scattered again.
"Uncle Meng, are you sure you’re not laughing at me?" Lian Qingyang felt tragic and looked aggrieved. His brother-in-law Si Yu was understandable; Si Yu was always so excellent and absolutely overshadowed him in all aspects.
But Uncle Meng is even older than his dad!
Why could even Uncle Meng make good dumplings, but he couldn’t?
Lian Qingyang refused to accept defeat; he was determined to make good dumplings.
"Xiao Yang, making dumplings is something you get better at with practice. Besides, your talent with computers is unmatched." Tang Yue comforted, "Your hands are naturally meant for working with computers."
"Really?" Lian Qingyang felt comforted by his elder sister.
"Of course, it’s true," Tang Yue affirmed, "No one is perfect, and no one can do everything."
"Sis, you’re so nice."
Lian Qingyang instantly felt happy.
Lucy glanced sideways and whispered something in French near Tang Yue’s ear. Tang Yue’s lips curled slightly as she replied sideways, "Lucy, you also have a good brother."
*
"An Yu, have you contacted your brother?" Mr. Qin looked at Qin Anyu. These days, Qin Anyu was busy; during the day, she left Chu Huaijin at the courtyard where there was an auntie. With Mr. Qin, she didn’t worry a bit about Chu Huaijin making trouble.
Chu Hong accompanied Qin Anyu home; they had just finished eating. Mr. Qin looked at Qin Anyu eagerly.
"No," Qin Anyu shook her head and said, "My brother said he was busy before, so I haven’t contacted him. What’s up?"
"Your brother is twenty-nine and still not married." Mr. Qin talked about it with a headache. Every time he called Qin Anhao and just broached the topic, Qin Anhao would find an excuse to hang up, saying he had matters to attend to.


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