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When the dumplings were done, everyone sat around the table to eat them. If they ignored the strange-looking dumplings being pinched, Madam Hu's dumplings would be perfect.

"Oh, right." Zhao He's mouth was stuffed with steaming dumplings. Suddenly, she seemed to recall something and spoke up. Luo Zi, who was standing beside her, considerately handed her a cup of tea