"That's not how you wrap them. Have you forgotten how to make dumplings?"
Though he said that, he leaned over, holding the dumpling in his hand to teach Gu Zhi step by step.
"Hold it like this first, place your two index fingers behind, then push the joints of your two middle fingers towards the middle, pinch with your thumb, and it's done."
He taught very carefully. Gu Zhi looked once and got it, though the dumplings she pinched out weren't exactly elegant, at least they didn't fall apart.
Gu Zhi tugged at her lips, unfazed and said, "Haven't done it in a while, I'm out of practice."
"No worries, it's already very good!" Qin Zheng encouraged her and glanced at the ones Qin Mo made, "Much better than the youngest's!"
Qin Mo: "..."
Gu Zhi couldn't help but laugh. She made a few more, and they gradually started to look more presentable, but they were still far behind Mrs. Qin and Qin Zheng's.
She had found her own black hole: dumpling making.
