"Xinyu, let's just make something simple. It's too much trouble, and your body should not be too tired."
Old Yang stood up, "I'll do the heavy lifting, Xiao Jiang. I'm listening to your instructions."
"Alright, you chop the meat, I'll go make the dough."
"Aunt Jiang, I'll peel the onions for you."
This time Wei Kaiyun didn't say anything, everyone wanted to eat dumplings, "Xinyu, be careful, let Shi Jing go over and help you."
"I'm not that fragile, let the kids stay with you."
The cabbage was already frozen, and the green onions were frozen like popsicles. Only the pork brought today was still somewhat soft.
Old Yang cut more than three pounds and then washed and chopped the meat clean.
Shang Zhenkun sat on the kang, watching them all huddled together.
Wei Kaiyun didn't know how to treasure his two kids. Every so often, he would kiss his daughter's face.
This made Jiang Feifei speechless, but she didn't refuse.
