The New Year's Eve dinner lasted for more than two hours.
The final dish was dumplings.
Jiang Lingxu looked at one of the plates of dumplings on the table that seemed a bit unusual.
Even with a layer of skin wrapped outside, a particularly distinct aroma still wafted out.
"What, what's in these?"
Even though he had his suspicions, he was still a bit incredulous.
What was his mother thinking to make dumplings with this filling?
"Durian filling. If you don't want to eat it, don't take it. Your sister likes it, and we didn't make a lot anyway," Jiang Wenhu said, as she pushed the plate of durian dumplings closer to her daughter.
Jiang Lingxu widened his eyes at his sister, opening his mouth, "Sis, you really have quite the taste!"
Jiang Lingxi took a durian-filled dumpling and tasted it, nodding, "It's actually pretty good."
Jiang Lingxu was immediately tempted, "Really?"
