The little boy realized that, aside from having a little talent for studying, he seemed to have no talent for anything else.
He'd boiled dumplings several times already.
And they were still this awful.
He felt utterly hopeless about his cooking.
The little boy wolfed down a whole bowl of dumplings.
His parents and teachers had all told him not to waste food.
He'd cooked them himself, so no matter how bad they tasted, he had to eat them.
Besides, they weren't actually so awful that he couldn't swallow them.
But for some reason...
His tears kept falling into the bowl.
By the end, the dumplings had become a little salty.
The little boy went to his room and picked up his schoolbag.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something.
Oh!
His test paper!
The little boy hurriedly took off his shoes and ran to his parents' room.
He remembered...
He went straight to the bedside table in the master bedroom.
He'd already spotted his test paper.
The little boy snatched up the paper. Without looking closely, he was about to stuff it into his schoolbag—
Then his hands stopped.
Huh?
What?
Just now...
He quickly brought the paper up to his eyes.
The next second, his eyes widened.
S-signed!?
Beside the bright red score was a rather elegant signature.
It was his mother's name.
The little boy stared blankly at the test paper for a while.
His feelings were all mixed up.
He didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.
His mother had seen his note after all.
And she'd signed the paper for him.
But...
Thinking of those overly salty dumplings from earlier, with wrappers and filling that were both a little undercooked...
The little boy's