Gu Chen chuckled, "Mom, this is so much, I can't finish it all by myself."
"No problem, there are many of us!" Shen Cuizhi said and started cooking.
Gu Chen hurried to stop her, "Mom, let me do it. You can stick to making dumplings."
He loved the dumplings cradled by his mother. When he was little, the whole family would look forward to the New Year's dumplings. Starting from the early morning, he and his brother would begin to anticipate them.
As Gu Chen was the youngest, whenever the dumplings were cooked, he would always get the very first one.
Because of this, his brothers complained year after year.
But Gu Chen didn't mind at all because the first dumpling really tasted too good.
Shen Cuizhi thought for a moment, "Alright, you can cook these dishes. This meat was specially bought by your father who got up early in the morning to go to the market. It's the freshest meat; you can't waste it."