Tan Ying didn't dare throw a tantrum in front of Tan You anymore. She understood that no matter how angry she got, Tan You wouldn't be the one to make peace first, like she used to.
So, she could only suppress her anger. "I saw them over by the big river. Tan Jin can swim..."
Tan Ying spoke with great animation, but Tan You just gave a disinterested "oh" and went back to wrapping zongzi.
"You're putting meat in them?" Tan Ying asked in surprise, seeing Tan You place a slice of marinated pork belly inside instead of the usual candied dates.
"Baozi can have different fillings, so why can't zongzi?" Tan You said casually. Her long, slender fingers twisted and folded the bamboo leaf, and in a few movements, a small, exquisite zongzi took shape.
She held out her left hand, and a piece of cotton string was placed in her palm. It was Tan Deming.
Tan Ying hugged her knees, her tone a mixture of dejection and jealousy. "You've gotten so capable now. You know how to do everything."
