The filling was personally mixed by Gu's mom, no mistake there. If there was a mistake, it could only be that the big white dog had added more salt to the filling on his own.
"Why did you add salt yourself?" Gu's dad was thoroughly puzzled.
The son-in-law furrowed his brows and said, "Because, Dad, when you saw it, you said, said not to make it too bland."
"Did I, did I say that?" Gu's dad was at a loss for words, but then he thought about it and realized that it seemed likely, mainly because the dumplings Gu's mom usually made tended to be on the blander side.
But a normal person wouldn't have dumped an entire pack of salt into the dumplings.
With Gu's dad as the pioneering crab eater, the rest of the people looked at the dumplings on the table with trepidation, unsure if the big white dog had salted all the dumplings.
Only Gu Nuan, very calmly, told the others, "It's okay, I marked the dumplings he made, you just don't eat those with marks on the dough."
