Su Muyao calmly said, "Alright, if you don't want to eat, don't eat!"
She couldn't force others to eat if they didn't want to.
There's not much wheat now, and we only ground this much flour; with one less person eating, we can save a bit more.
Hua Linye, not wanting to see Su Muyao sad, said, "Wife, don't be upset. If he doesn't eat, I'll eat; we can't let your good intentions go to waste."
Although he didn't know how the dumplings would taste, since they were made by his wife, he'd be reluctant to waste them.
Even if they didn't taste good, he would eat them all.
Wen Nanxi gently stroked Su Muyao's hair and said, "It's okay, you still have us."
Su Muyao explained, "I'm not sad. If we can't finish them, just fry them in oil tomorrow morning—they'll be even more fragrant."
She wrapped the dumplings according to everyone's appetite.
An extra plate could be fried the next morning.
