"I threw the remaining popsicles in the trash." Ding Long said as he turned and went back to the kitchen.
Ding Jinshi was taken aback, "Oh no! Ding Long, you're such a villain!" she shouted, rushing into the kitchen. But by the time she got there, the popsicles were already lying lifeless in the trash can. She, the savior of popsicles, was just two steps too late.
"Ding Long, you've gotten more nagging, you know that?" Ding Jinshi was genuinely a bit upset.
"You've gotten more disobedient, you know that?" Ding Long shrugged and threw a question back at Ding Jinshi.
Ding Jinshi couldn't outtalk Ding Long and rolled her eyes at him, quickly changing the topic, "It's the weekend today, do you have any plans?"
"Didn't you say a couple of days ago you wanted dumplings? Haven't you noticed I'm kneading dough?" Over the past six months, apart from the company steadily growing, Ding Long's culinary skills had improved the most. He could now even make dumplings.
