At four o'clock, Mom and the three started making dumplings. The cabbage stuffing was squeezed by Zhang Fusheng, really quite dry, no need to worry about it being too watery.
Little Haiyan played quietly on the side, very well-behaved. No need for adults to worry.
In total, they made enough dumplings to fill five covers. When Zhang Caixia's family came over, they were just waiting to cook them.
Zhao Yanping and Su Yuanyuan had dinner together, so they also fried chili oil and made a sauce with soy sauce and vinegar. She and Zhang Caixia cooked the dumplings outside, Zhang Fusheng was in charge of the fire, and Li Yingjie carried the dumplings.
Zhang Caixia's two sons were ten and eight years old. Their family had female cousins, but with a new little sister at their uncle's house today, they still found it very novel.
Haiyan just sat in Zhang Xinhua's arms, which made the young man very satisfied, as it was his own sister relying on him.
