Old Mrs. Mu has such a grand gesture, without even thinking, it's clear this is prepared for Mu Xiangxiang.
Huang Bita agreed to everything, and casually asked about the size of the dumplings, roughly how big they should be.
Old Mrs. Mu replied impatiently and turned to leave.
In the kitchen, Mrs. Liu had already started making dumplings; the risen dough, in her hands, after a few rolls with the rolling pin, turned into very thin wrappers, and with various fillings, they became the dumplings for tonight.
Huang Bita approached Mrs. Liu and said, "Fourth Aunt, Mother wants us to prepare a separate serving of fifty dumplings for Little Aunt. And also to boil ten eggs."
After hearing Huang Bita's words, Mrs. Liu gasped.
The old hen of the Old Mu Family had long been killed, and the hens that weren't laying eggs, and the newly caught chickens, weren't laying yet either.
To boil eggs would require spending money to buy them.
