Fu Xiaoxiao didn't let him down, she gave him a big thumbs up.
"Such a capable little helper."
"Hehe." No child can resist compliments, and Lu Chen beamed with joy.
Fu Xiaoxiao poured the little dumplings Lu Chen had rolled into the pot, added salt and sugar, and covered it with a lid.
"Mom, how much longer?" When the lid was lifted, the rich and sweet aroma of pumpkin made Lu Chen take a deep sniff, feeling even hungrier.
"Let it simmer for a while until your dumplings are cooked." Fu Xiaoxiao scratched his nose and smiled.
Lu Chen found a small stool, obediently sat next to Fu Xiaoxiao, and eagerly watched the pot.
After ten minutes of simmering, Fu Xiaoxiao smiled and opened the lid. A sweet fragrance wafted out instantly; the pumpkin was soft and glutinous, with milky white dumplings floating in the middle, looking very appetizing.
"Is it done?" Lu Chen hugged Fu Xiaoxiao's leg excitedly, unable to wait.
