"Dad," Zhu Jian cried out, "I'll never get to eat your homemade dumplings again."
"In your next life, then. Dad will make them for you again," Li Daonian replied in a flat, steady voice, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
Li Daonian didn't like seeing people cry because he was easily influenced by it—he had been that way since he was a kid.
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