“Okay, come and make dumplings!” Liu Rulan said.
Jin Qing pulled Grace Yu and sat next to the wooden basin with glutinous rice. Red dates and peanuts are added to the glutinous rice, and next to it are green zongzi leaves with water droplets floating on them, smelling a faint fragrance.
“Grace Yu, can you make dumplings?” Liu Rulan asked.
“No?” She shook her head, “In the past, my family was poor and couldn’t afford food, so I didn’t have the conditions to make rice dumplings.”
“It was really difficult in the first few years, but life is much better now,” Liu Rulan sighed.
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