Gu Ruhai thought about it and realized it made sense; he really couldn't send this bowl of dumplings. If he did, his parents would definitely think he was trying to provoke them on purpose.
He sighed, sat down, and tacitly agreed.
Gu Xiaoqing walked over, pulled Li Xuemei, and gave Gu Ruhai a look, "Mom, don't be angry. These dumplings are a labor of love from us sisters. There's no need to be upset."
She sat Li Xuemei down on a stool right next to Gu Ruhai.
"Alright, sis, quickly put the dumplings down. Xiao Jie, come and sit, it's time to eat dumplings."
Suddenly, she remembered her pot was still on the stove and dashed out like the wind.
"Oh no, my pot!"
Li Xuemei was amused, "This kid, always so hasty."
Seeing his wife laughing, Gu Ruhai edged closer to Li Xuemei with a grin. Li Xuemei shot him a glare, then burst out laughing.
The whole family immediately laughed along.
Soon, the potstickers and steamed dumplings were ready.
