Daqing, Erqing, and Gao Gao didn't get angry despite Lu Mingliang snapping at them. Instead, they laughed it out. The dumplings were irresistibly hot, yet having white flour dumplings even during New Year was a luxury for them—after all, they were poor children from the start. Where could they easily access such fine food?
Erqing and Gao Gao had just been salivating, but after hearing a few words, they no longer wanted to eat and didn't even glance at it.
"Go ahead and eat. In the past, my brother, my younger siblings, and I used to eat the food from Aunt Lianhua and Aunt Xifeng quite often. This time, my mother bought meat specifically for these dumplings. She even wants you to secretly take some back, so don't let your elder aunt and grandmother find out. Hurry up and eat. My mom doesn't usually show such kindness; who knows if there'll be a next time—quick, eat up."
