"Sir, these dumplings aren't leftovers, we haven't eaten yet." Lian Manman lowered her head, feigning grievance and wiping away tears.
"Old Second, what trick are you playing!" Old Master Lian's face darkened as he slammed his chopsticks down with a smack. "In front of me, you bully Manman. Do you even regard me as your father?"
Lian Shouyi fell silent.
"Manman, stop crying. Don't listen to your second uncle's nonsense, he's the troublemaker. I know, you always bring me food first. Your filial piety is well appreciated by me." Old Master Lian turned to comfort Lian Manman again, "Come, Manman, sit at the table. These dumplings are for us to eat, and no one else gets any."
"Dad, let me try one." Lian Shouyi said with a sheepish smile, "Old Fourth's household can cook, the same stuff they make is just tastier."
"Second uncle, you buy the meat, and then my mother and I will help you wrap dumplings," Lian Manman suggested after drying her eyes and sitting next to Old Master Lian.
