Chapter 7

"Head Napa cabbage, kosher salt, ground pork, scallions, cilantro, soy sauce, fresh ginger, eggs, package round dumpling, wonton, or gyoza wrappers."

"Those are?"

My mom faced me and smilingly replied, "The main ingredients of your father's favorite pork dumpling."

"Oww . . . kay?" I reacted stupidly, still trying to process what my mom wants me to do. "You're not gonna make me cook, are you?"

She didn't reply. Itinuloy niya ang paghiwa ng kung anu-anong ingredients. Halatang gamay na niya ang paggawa ng mga ito.

"I let the maids do all the works except the kitchen. This is my place."

I gave a nod. It's true, kitchen is one of my mother's kingdom. One of her dreams is to build a restaurant, but my father happened so . . .

"Is this the reason why you summoned me here? Mom, you know kitchen is not my thing."

Hindi ako pinansin ni mommy. Instead, she ordered me to do something. "Get the wrappers in the container."

"Mommy!" I complained.

Pinanlakihan niya lang ako ng mata. "Do it."

I didn