Luo Yusen never had any special memories of celebrating the New Year. Even when his parents were still around, it was just the three of them having a meal together before each went off to do their own thing. Later, the location for meals shifted to his aunt’s house, making it feel more like a social obligation. However, now that Fei Bai had taken the trouble to put up couplets and hang lanterns, the previously desolate atmosphere of the house was completely dispelled, bringing a lively touch to the spacious home.
Fei Bai noticed that after Luo Yusen came home from work that day, he spent a long time looking at the small plastic ingots hanging from the chandelier. Thinking that Luo Yusen might find them ugly, Fei Bai cautiously asked, “Shixiong, if you don’t like them, I can take them down.”
Luo Yusen snapped out of his thoughts and succinctly replied, “Leave them.”
Then he reached out and gently pinched Fei Bai’s earlobes. “You can hang whatever you want.”
Fei Bai pressed down on the back of his hand and said, “Shixiong, how about we make dumplings for Feifei tonight? The kind with coins inside, for good luck in the coming year.”
“Alright,” Luo Yusen agreed with a smile and added, “Why are you so superstitious at your age?”
“That’s not superstition. It’s a beautiful wish!” Fei Bai retorted confidently.
Today, Fei Bai prepared the dough and filling for the dumplings while at home. This was his first time making dumplings himself, and fearing failure, he roped Luo Yusen into helping. If they turned out well, he could take the credit. If not, Luo Yusen would share the blame.
Fei Bai was also worried about leaving Feifei alone in her room, so he had the little girl sit nearby and give her a small piece of dough to play with.
Luo Yusen had never made dumplings, either. Seeing him meticulously study the recipe reminded Fei Bai that this former, pampered young master was unlikely to be very helpful.
However, Fei Bai underestimated Luo Yusen’s learning ability as a computer science Ph.D. After reading through the recipe and practicing a few times, Luo Yusen’s dumplings were soon more neatly made than Fei Bai’s, looking good enough to be featured on a dumpling package.
Self-taught and now proficient, Luo Yusen glanced at the dumplings Fei Bai had made. Though he said nothing, his eyebrows raised slightly.
Fei Bai felt offended. “Shixiong, what do you mean by that?”
Luo Yusen found the pouting expression on Fei Bai’s face quite adorable. He touched Fei Bai’s nose with a flour-covered finger and said, “Nothing, just that your dumplings are like you—very unique.”
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This blatant dismissal made Fei Bai furious. He squatted down and asked Feifei, “Feifei, do you only want to eat the dumplings your brother made and not the ones I made?”
Feifei shook her head vigorously, showing her support.
Fei Bai was satisfied. “That’s right. So, Feifei, what shape do you want? Fei Bai gege will make it for you.”
Feifei thought seriously for a moment before saying something that left Fei Bai puzzled.
“What? Dumplings in skirts? ” Fei Bai blinked in confusion. “Dumplings can wear skirts? ”
Feifei nodded affirmatively.
Luo Yusen glanced at his sister and said blandly to Fei Bai, “She means wontons.”
Fei Bai was amused. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard Feifei call out, “Fei, Fei Bai gege.”
The pronunciation was clear, though a bit stuttered.
Fei Bai immediately stopped what he was doing. “Feifei, what did you just say?”
This was the first time he had heard her speak so clearly since he became her tutor. He looked up and asked Luo Yusen, “Shixiong, did you hear that?”
“I did.” Luo Yusen’s eyes were also fixed on Feifei. “Feifei, can you say ‘Fei Bai gege’ again?”
Feifei hesitated, kneading the dough in her hands, then tried again, “Fei Bai gege.” This time it was even clearer than before.
Fei Bai immediately dropped the half-made dumpling in his hand and rushed over to tug at the little girl’s pigtails, too excited to form coherent sentences. “Feifei, you are getting better. Can you say something else? Come on, say ‘Yusen gege’.”
He spent quite some time coaching Feifei, but she could only manage to call out “Fei Bai gege” fluently. Any other words she attempted came out as single syllables. Even so, it was a significant improvement from before.
“Shixiong, see? I told you Feifei would get better. She called me today, and in a few days, she’ll be calling you too!” Fei Bai said excitedly, clutching Luo Yusen’s arm.
Luo Yusen nodded. “After the New Year, we’ll take her for a follow-up checkup.”
Then he looked at his sister. “Do you like Fei Bai gege that much? He was the first person you thought to call.”
Fei Bai laughed. “Shixiong, are you jealous? Don’t worry, Feifei will definitely call you too.”
Luo Yusen asked casually, “Call me what?”
“Yusen gege,” Fei Bai replied.
Luo Yusen’s lips curled into a smile. “Say it again.”
It was then that Fei Bai realized what was happening and gently pushed him. “Shixiong, you’re being ridiculous.”
Luo Yusen chuckled softly. “What’s wrong with that?”
After a moment, he leaned in close to Fei Bai’s ear and whispered something.
Fei Bai’s face immediately turned red. “No way, not with Feifei right here.”
“Then tonight,” Luo Yusen said.
Fei Bai didn’t want to discuss these things with the old rogue in front of Feifei, so he just nodded and agreed vaguely.
They were halfway through making dumplings when Luo Yusen’s phone suddenly rang. He answered it and listened for a while before saying, “Yeah, I’m home. You can bring it over now.”
Curious, Fei Bai asked, “Who was that, Shixiong?”
“Luo Chengcheng. He’s coming to deliver something,” Luo Yusen replied.
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Fei Bai went to open it, and Luo Chengcheng walked in carrying several bags. Upon seeing Luo Yusen busy making dumplings, Luo Chengcheng froze as if someone had pressed pause on him. After a long moment, he managed to blurt out, “Bro, you can do this too?”
He really hadn’t expected to see his brother wearing an apron and making dumplings like a househusband in this lifetime. It was too incredible—more unbelievable than Voldemort dancing in the square.
Luo Chengcheng’s eyes lit up with the thought of possibly mooching a meal out of this. He set down the New Year goods his parents had asked him to deliver and shamelessly asked, “Bro, I’ve worked hard to bring all this stuff over. Can you at least let me have a meal?”
Fearing Luo Yusen would flatly refuse, he quickly added, “Just one meal, bro. Come on, we’ve been brothers for over twenty years. This is a rare opportunity, right?”
“It is rare,” Luo Yusen said casually. “Most people would have cut ties with you long ago.”
Yusen gege 🤭 and don’t worry luo chengcheng, you’re a dumdum, but you’re yusen’s family dumdum 😂😂
Voldemort dancing in the square 🤣🤣🤣
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