The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

As Lin Feng left Club No. 3, the streetlights at Forest Peninsula were already on.

He took out his phone and glanced at it. There were two unread WeChat messages on the screen, both from Su Mengya.

The first message was sent at 4:10: "Where did you go?"

The second message was sent at 5 PM: "Are you back yet?"

During class, I usually keep my phone on silent and never check messages in the middle of class.

She quickly replied, "Sister Mengya, I just finished class and am on my way back." After sending the message, she put her phone in her pocket and quickened her pace toward the subway station.

There were more people on the subway than when we arrived; the evening rush hour had just begun.

Lin Feng leaned against the carriage wall when his phone vibrated. Su Mengya replied with an OK gesture.

Looking out the car window at the lights in the tunnel, I kept backing away.

I got off at the station, transferred to another bus, and then walked towards the residential area.

One of the streetlights in the alley was broken. When I got to the entrance of the building, I turned directly to Su Mengya's door and knocked twice.

The door opened.

Su Mengya stood at the door, wearing a light blue short-sleeved T-shirt and white lounge shorts. Her hair was loosely tied back with a hair tie, with a few stray hairs sticking to her neck.

He was still clutching a rolling pin in his hand, his fingers covered in dry flour.

"Come in." She stepped aside.

Lin Feng changed into slippers and went inside.

In the kitchen, Su's mother, wearing a floral apron, was kneading dough at the counter. Hearing the noise, she turned around, a smile on her face. "Xiaofeng's here. Go wash your hands and come help."

Lin Feng went into the kitchen, washed his hands, and found a stainless steel bowl next to the cutting board containing chopped filling. The eggs were scrambled until golden brown and the chives were finely chopped, all mixed together and glistening with oil.

She sniffed. "Aunt Su, is today's filling egg and chives?"

Su's mother took the kneaded dough out of the bowl and placed it on the cutting board, sprinkling some dry flour on it. "Your sister Mengya said you love this filling. Last time we made dumplings, you ate two plates, and she remembered it."

Lin Feng chuckled and took the rolling pin from Su Mengya. "Sister Mengya, I'll roll out the dough, you wrap the filling."

Su Mengya handed him the rolling pin, smearing flour from her fingers onto the back of her hand.

He walked to the other side of the cutting board, picked up a dumpling wrapper that Lin Feng had just rolled out, scooped a spoonful of filling onto it, and quickly folded the edges of the wrapper into pleats with his fingers.

With nimble fingers, the dough twirls on her fingertips, pleats folding one after another, and a gentle pinch seals the dumpling, resulting in a plump, round dumpling.

It's not a regular crescent shape; it's the kind of coin rat shape that's bulging in the middle and pointed at both ends, with a small pointed tip pinched at the tail.

Lin Feng rolled the dough at a speed that perfectly matched her wrapping speed. The dough spun in his palm, the rolling pin rolled back and forth, and after a few rotations, a round dumpling wrapper separated from the edge of the dough.

He pushed the wrapper towards Su Mengya, who had just finished wrapping the previous one and easily took the new wrapper with a flick of her fingers.

The two of them rolled out the dough and wrapped the dumplings, and more and more dumplings appeared on the cutting board, neatly arranged on the bamboo mat sprinkled with dry flour.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of chives and eggs, and the smell of flour, while the exhaust fan hummed.

Su's mother was mixing cold dishes on the stove next to her. She smashed cucumbers and mixed them with minced garlic, and sliced ​​tomatoes and sprinkled them with white sugar.

He glanced back at the progress on the cutting board, then turned back to his own work.

Su's mother made a soup with rice flour. When the water in the pot boiled, she slid the wrapped dumplings into the pot along the side and gently pushed them in with a slotted spoon.

The dumplings tumbled in the boiling water, the dough slowly turning from white to translucent, revealing the green and yellow of the chive and egg filling inside.

"Alright, they're ready to come out of the pot." Su's mother scooped the dumplings out and put them on a plate; the white dumplings were steaming hot. Lin Feng carried the plate to the dining table, Su Mengya took the vinegar bottle and garlic cloves, and Su's mother brought out the noodle soup.

The three people sat around the dining table.

Lin Feng picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, and took a bite. The broth from the chives and eggs gushed out from the dumpling, scalding him so much that he gasped for breath.

He didn't stop chewing; he just chewed a few times and swallowed.

Su Mengya sat opposite him, her movements when picking up dumplings were much more refined than his. She lightly dipped the dumpling in the vinegar dish, took a small bite, and only took a second bite after chewing it all.

After eating about ten dumplings, Su's mother had just put down her chopsticks when her phone rang.

He answered the phone, listened for a few moments, and frowned slightly. "Okay, I understand, Manager Wang, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, I stood up. "The company called and said the chairman will be coming to inspect early tomorrow morning. Everyone should go back and clean up now. You two can eat slowly. Xiaofeng, take the leftover dumplings back for your parents to try."

Su's mother took off her apron and draped it over the back of the chair. She went into the bedroom to change into her work clothes, picked up her bag, and walked out.

Lin Feng followed her to the door, intending to see her off to the station. Su's mother turned around and waved to him, her high heels clicking on the stairwell tiles, her voice gradually fading into the distance.

Lin Feng closed the door and returned to the dining table.

There was still more than half a plate of dumplings left on the plate, and only half of the soup had been drunk. Su Mengya picked up another dumpling and put it in her mouth, chewing very slowly.

After they finished eating, the two cleared away the dishes. Su Mengya washed the dishes, while Lin Feng stood beside her, drying the washed dishes and putting them back in the cupboard.

The remaining dumplings were packed in a plastic bag and handed to him by Su Mengya. "Take these back to your parents first."

Lin Feng took it and brought it directly to his home.

Su Mengya wiped her hands, walked to the living room, sat down on the sofa, and picked up the remote to turn on the TV. Lin Feng returned and sat down next to her.

The sofa wasn't big; two people sat side by side, with about a cushion between them.

A variety show was playing on TV, filled with laughter and applause. Su Mengya flipped through several channels, finally settling on a drama channel.

Lin Feng glanced at the screen, then at her. "Let's watch CCTV-6, the movie channel has an action movie tonight."

"I've been watching that TV series on Channel 8 for half a month now." Su Mengya moved the remote control closer to herself.

"That TV series doesn't even have ten minutes of plot in an episode; it's all just 'GG' (good luck)."

"Then I want to see it too."

Lin Feng reached for the remote control.

Su Mengya held the remote control high and leaned to the other end of the sofa. Lin Feng leaned over to reach it, but Su Mengya switched hands and hid the remote control behind her back.

The two of them started fighting over the sofa.

We often fight over the remote like this, you push me and I shove you, whoever gets it first gets to keep it.

But today, Su's mother wasn't home, and it was just the two of them in the living room. The fan was whirring, and the theme song of a TV drama was playing on the television.

Lin Feng placed one hand on Su Mengya's shoulder and reached behind her with the other hand to reach for the remote control.

Su Mengya leaned back, lost her balance, and Lin Feng fell on top of her.