They rolled out the dough and wrapped them together, making plenty but only boiling enough for two people.
An Ruo had initially marveled at how Tang Yuchen seemed to be a natural; his dumplings looked good on his first try. She felt annoyed and jealous inside.
But when the dumplings were fished out of the pot, she felt balanced again.
Half of the dumplings had fallen apart, leaking filling, leaving only the skins.
And the ruined dumplings were the ones Tang Yuchen had wrapped.
An Ruo couldn't resist teasing him, "No matter how pretty they are, it's useless if your skills aren't solid. The filling shows as soon as they boil."
Tang Yuchen was silent for a moment, not speaking, just fishing out dumplings.
He placed the good ones on one plate and the ruined ones on another.
Seeing him silent, An Ruo thought her words had hurt his pride and quickly tried to remedy, "Actually, you did very well; it took me several tries to learn."
