"Sure, sure." Sophie Wilson nodded repeatedly, gladly agreeing to the decision, "Let’s make dumplings together tonight."
"Okay." Clarissa agreed, seeing Sophie Wilson wash her hands and head over to the Western kitchen to prepare ingredients for cake and cookies, she finally let out a long breath of relief.
Mason Wilson walked over with a smile and said, "If Sophie wants to do it, let her. It’ll be faster if we all do it together."
In reality, he had never tried cooking with his daughter, but wasn’t preparing together a good thing?
Clarissa directly handed the soy sauce bottle she held to Mason Wilson: "Sophie needs this to marinate the at."
Mason Wilson glanced at it and exclaid, "Vinegar?"
Forgive his lack of knowledge; since when could vinegar replace soy sauce?
"Didn’t Sophie just say that Charles loves her cooking..." Mason Wilson’s words faded under Clarissa’s complicated gaze, he understood, only Charles Seymour seed to love it.
"Suddenly, I feel like Charles has it pretty tough." Mason Wilson sighed and said, as he took the vegetables from the side and started picking them.
He didn’t even need to taste them, seeing Sophie mistaking vinegar for soy sauce earlier, he already knew what her cooking would taste like.
For that handso pig who snatched his daughter... hmm, he really wanted to pat the pig’s head and say, "Thank you for your hard work."
With Clarissa taking charge of dinner, it was still up to par. Although the chef was on holiday these days, Clarissa’s ho cooking was still pretty good.
On Sophie’s side, the fragrant cake ca out of the oven, along with various cookies in the shapes of little animals, looking so cute and appetizing.
Mason Wilson looked at his daughter’s baked cookies and then thought about her cooking skills, he really didn’t know what to say.
Why was Sophie capable of achieving such imbalance between these two types of culinary skills?
The dinner was lively and warm, and after the al, they watched the Spring Festival Gala while making dumplings.
As Sophie was kneading the dumplings, she suddenly stood up from the chair. Before anyone could react, she dashed out, arriving at the door just as it opened.
Without thinking twice, Sophie leapt forward agilely, landing steadily in Charles Seymour’s arms, raising her hands high to avoid getting flour all over him.
"Hold on tight." Charles Seymour gave Sophie’s butt a couple of light pats, worried she might fall.
"I’ve got flour all over my hands." Sophie mumbled, casting Charles Seymour a sidelong glance, as if she didn’t want to hold him.
"It’s fine." Charles Seymour had barely finished his sentence when Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck.
Then, Charles Seymour carried Sophie upstairs just like that, not sparing a glance to the sides.
Mason Wilson glanced at his wife, wondering if they were really that invisible.
"Alright, let’s get on with the dumplings." Clarissa said with a smile.
The young couple’s good relationship made them, as parents, happy as well.
By the ti Sophie and Charles ca downstairs, half an hour had already passed.
Seeing Sophie and Charles’s slightly reddened lips, how could those making dumplings not know what they did upstairs?
But everyone chose to selectively ignore it.
The whole family happily finished making dumplings, and as the clock counted down to midnight, with the sound of the countdown, steaming dumplings were ready.
Eating the hot dumplings ward everyone up from the inside.
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