"Madam, how about I do it instead?"
"No need, I'll do it." Xia Lu was fiercely kneading the dough as she gritted her teeth and said, "Doesn't he just want to eat dumplings made by my own hands? Today, I'm going to personally make them for him."
Seeing her like this, Aunt Zhang couldn't help but start to worry, "Madam, you look a bit tired, maybe you should rest for a while. After all, sir only said he wanted soup dumplings, he wouldn't know if it were you or me who made them."
"No, today I must personally make them for him to eat." Xia Lu insisted. "There's no more leftover food in the house, right?"
Although not knowing why she was asking this, Aunt Zhang still looked around, "There are some left."
"Throw them all away." Xia Lu said, "Tonight, except for these dumplings, he shouldn't think about eating anything else."
