Dylan looked puzzled: "Good news? What good news?"
Nell shoved him twice: "Oh, you wouldn't get it even if I told you now. Go and prepare the filling first."
"Really nothing wrong?"
"Of course, it's nothing."
Under Nell's guidance, she watched Dylan prepare the filling from two meters away.
In his excitement, Dylan forgot and held the dumpling filling for Nell to smell: "Wife, how is it? Am I still great? Look how fragrant I made the filling?"
This was Dylan's first time mixing dumpling filling; he found it novel. He had thought it was as complex as a murder and believed he could never learn it, but it turned out to be so simple.
Smelling the aroma made Nell uncomfortable. She quickly backed up and nodded: "Yes, yes, it smells good, keep it further away."
She covered her nose, trying to block the scent of the dumpling filling.
Dylan quickly put it down, concerned: "Wife, this won't do. Come on, let's go to the hospital."
