With five people, the work went very fast. The basin of chive and egg filling, and the other basin of cabbage and pork filling were soon empty.
Gu Jinlin was delighted when he looked at the plump, white dumplings. He was dreaming of dumplings for dinner.
But before he could finish gloating, Gu Qingyao took another two basins of filling from the cabinet.
Gu Jinlin: "…"
Gu Qingyao said, "Hurry up. When we're done, we'll send some to Third Uncle tomorrow. They'll be frozen, so we don't have to worry that they'll spoil!"
Gu Jinlin paused as he thought of his two younger brothers. He did not say anything, but simply hurried to make more dumplings.
They worked until it was dark and were delighted with the results. Gu Jinlin had never seen so many dumplings before.
They had wrapped over a thousand dumplings.
Gu Jinlin gulped as he looked at the soft, white dumplings. Their skins were all made from fine white flour!