Everyone was skilled in household chores, so making dumpling wrappers and fillings was a piece of cake.
Everyone divided the work and quickly prepared everything, then swiftly started wrapping the dumplings with adept hands.
The dumpling wrappers flew through everyone's hands, and soon, a plump, white dumpling emerged, swiftly followed by a neatly arranged large plate of them.
Yang PeiMin looked at her own dumplings and then at everyone else's, feeling somewhat embarrassed as her dumplings couldn't hold a candle to the others.
"Luo Dahua laughed, "So there's something PeiMin isn't good at. Now I feel a bit better."
"PeiMin usually doesn't make these often, right? If she did, they'd definitely look great," asked Zhu Yindi, who was always straightforward.
Yang PeiMin just nodded and chuckled, "As a kid, I preferred playing, so I rarely did these things."
