"Mom made dumplings, Xiaobao!"
Xiaobao, who had just walked out of the bathroom, wiping his wet hair with a towel, heard his mother speaking. At this moment, his father was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper.
"Mom, we just finished dinner not long ago, how can I eat so much?" Xiaobao couldn't help but laugh.
Xiaobao's mother said, "Look at you, child. You've been working overtime for several days without coming home. Eating that stuff at the office every day, is that nutritious? Eat some! Look at you, you're as skinny as a monkey!"
"Alright, alright, I'll eat," Xiaobao reluctantly agreed, squeezing his mother's shoulder with both hands, and coaxed, "Who's dumplings are they? My mom's dumplings are unmatched in the world!"
"You sweet talker!" Xiaobao's mother laughed and scolded, "When will you use that mouth of yours to deal with girls? Then I can relax!"
