Ke Xing and Ke Lian's unexpected interest in small wontons took Du Xixi by surprise. After lunch, when Du Xixi casually mentioned what to have for dinner, the rarely synchronized father and son both said "small wontons."
Du Xixi immediately leaned back on the sofa and laughed uncontrollably, holding a soft heart-shaped pillow in her arms, her laughter like flowers swaying in the wind.
For gauze-sealed small wontons to secure their place in the breakfast circle, they must have unique qualities. The skin is thin, the meat is scarce, but the broth is rich, intertwining with the texture of the minced meat, which is why people are so enamored with them.
Ke Lian also laughed, pulling Du Xixi into his arms, helplessly pinching her slightly chubby cheeks, "You, what's so funny about that?"
"I don't know either." Du Xixi gently leaned her head on Ke Lian's shoulder, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes, "Then let's have small wontons for dinner, make sure you eat a lot."
