"Thanks for this, Auntie," Li Lan's mom said, her eyes brimming with affection as she looked at Jiang Mianmian.
Everyone in the neighborhood liked Jiang Mianmian, the pretty, smart, sensible, dutiful little prodigy.
"Alright, Xiao Su, Mianmian, the dumplings are getting cold. Eat up," Li Lan's Mother urged, passing them the dumplings.
"Thank you, sister-in-law. Just a couple of days ago I was saying I wanted to make some dumplings myself. I was just too lazy to do it, and now here you are delivering them," Su Wanyu took them without further refusal and placed them on the dining table.
Su Wanyu knew Li Lan's mom was only bringing the dumplings because she felt a bit awkward always having Li Lan come over to study.
She understood the motherly instinct to do anything for one's child; accepting the dumplings would put her at ease.
