Old Mrs. Song is making dumplings.
Two-year-old Tang Yuan is happily helping the old lady make dumplings.
Ever since he helped his mother make wontons last time, he's definitely unlocked a new skill in household chores.
But the result of unlocking this skill is that his face and head are covered in flour, looking just like a tabby cat.
The phone rings.
Old Mrs. Song laughs and wipes the flour off Tang Yuan's nose tip, calling out to Old Sir Song.
"Old man, quickly answer the phone, can't you see the two of us are busy?"
Old Sir Song helplessly raises his head from the newspaper.
"Do I even need to say? It must be the eldest calling at this time; he's leaving on a flight tomorrow, and wouldn't he call today to say goodbye?"
"Just tell the eldest to come over for dinner; we're making dumplings today."
The old lady is also pondering that with her son gone, they won't see him for at least three years.
