On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the four of them had dumplings made by Song Ci and Lu Gan in the morning.
As Lu Gan was not very good at cooking, making dumplings was slightly difficult for him.
Fortunately, Song Ci knew how to. She held Lu Gan's hand and taught him step by step. "It's actually very simple."
Lu Gan gave it a try, but in the end, it was different from Song Ci's.
Song Ci looked at the oddly-shaped dumplings Lu Gan had made and laughed. "Forget it. You should just roll out the skin."
Lu Gan refused to admit defeat. "Teach me again. Have some patience."
Song Ci had no choice but to demonstrate it to him again. Lu Gan followed along as he watched. However, his fingers were not very flexible. Song Ci had no choice but to hold his hand again and shape it. "You didn't even close it. It'll leak when you cook it later."
