It’s a simple question, but one that has unexpectedly taken on a life of its own: Do they really believe I don’t eat dumplings? The father and daughter in question—whether through a misunderstanding, an inside joke, or some mysterious reasoning—seem convinced that I have sworn off dumplings entirely.
Now, let’s set the record straight. I do eat dumplings. In fact, I love dumplings! Whether they are steamed, pan-fried, or boiled, dumplings are one of life’s simple pleasures. The delicate dough wrapped around a flavorful filling, dipped in a perfect balance of soy sauce and vinegar—it’s a little pocket of joy. Yet, somehow, somewhere along the way, these two have decided otherwise.
How Did This Happen?
At first, I thought it was a joke. Maybe I had turned down dumplings once—perhaps I wasn’t hungry that day, or maybe I was saving room for dessert. But that single moment seems to have cemented itself in their minds as absolute proof that I don’t eat dumplings at all.
I’ve tried to correct them. “I do eat dumplings!” I’ve insisted, more times than I can count. Yet, they just laugh it off, as if I’m the one who is mistaken. “No, you don’t,” they reply with unwavering certainty. It’s baffling. Have I somehow entered a parallel universe where my dumpling preferences are different?
A Growing Mystery
The more I protest, the stronger their belief seems to grow. It has now reached a point where I wonder if they truly believe it, or if they just enjoy watching me get worked up about it. Maybe this is a long-running prank, carefully orchestrated to see how far they can push the idea before I snap and order an entire plate of dumplings just to prove them wrong.
If that’s the case, I have to admire their dedication. They have committed fully to this alternate reality where I am a dumpling-avoider. It’s almost impressive.
What If They’re Right?
A truly unsettling thought crossed my mind the other day—what if they’re right? What if I only think I eat dumplings, but I actually don’t? Have I been misremembering my own food choices? Could this be some kind of psychological trick? Have I ever actually been seen eating a dumpling, or do I just assume I have because it seems like something I would do?
This has turned from a minor misunderstanding into a full-blown existential crisis.
The Only Solution
There is only one way to end this absurd debate: publicly eat dumplings in front of them. No denials, no arguments—just action. I’ll order a plate, take a big bite, and let them witness undeniable proof that I am, in fact, a dumpling eater.
Will this finally convince them? Or will they double down, claiming that I’ve only just now started eating dumplings to win the argument? At this point, I wouldn’t put it past them.
Either way, one thing is certain: I do eat dumplings! Or do I? 🤔
