Chapter Seven
In the moment their gazes met, Sofia Hamilton felt somewhat uneasy because his look was so doting and gentle, gentle enough to make her involuntarily believe in him.
However, Regina Brown's words reverberated in her ears.
Sofia averted her eyes and walked down to the table.
Upon a close inspection of the dumplings, she suddenly burst out laughing.
Their shapes were outlandish, almost too painful to behold.
Wasn't this a waste of dumpling filling?
Could you even eat these?
Sofia couldn't help but laugh, her eyes curving into crescents, her smile deepening, "What on earth are these supposed to be?"
"There are three of you, how can you manage to make dumplings this ugly?"
At that moment, the two little ones acted with unusual consensus, both pointing at Ryan Gregory, "Uncle Ryan made them, it's not my fault, you know."
"It's not my fault either, you know."