Confiscated and exiled?Phew, I emptied the warehouse first

Chapter 388 Making Dumplings

After returning home, everyone slept for two hours, then got up and started making dumplings.

Adults and children all participated.

"The dumplings made by my aunt are so big and beautiful."

Yan Congling touched her face, and there was flour all over her face, like a little cat.

She pointed at the dumplings made by Yan Yi: "The dumplings made by my uncle are obviously not up to standard, hahaha, will the filling be exposed?"

Although Yan Yi is very good at making wild things outside, he is very unfamiliar with the delicate work of making dumplings.

My hands, which have been used to holding pen and ink for a long time, are pretty good at pinching dumplings.

Just as Mo Yu was about to snicker, Yan Congling pointed at the small round ball he had pinched and laughed: "Hahaha, uncle, is this dough you are making?"

Dough?

The corners of Mo Yu's mouth twitched, and the thought of laughing at Yan Yi disappeared instantly.

He took the things he had packed, and he really couldn't tell what they were. He stood up and went to the door to get some fresh air.

"Oh, madam, do you think this one made by my husband is an improvement? Doesn't it look good?"

Yan Yi deliberately raised his voice, not to mention how happy he felt when he saw Mo Yu's palette-like expression.

How could his wife be someone else's?

Mo Yu gave Yan Yi a hard look and quickly started making dumplings again.

He wanted to get close to Su Mo and learn from it, but Yan Yi's soft words made his heart sink to the bottom: "Look at the way your horoscope does not match, how can you have the nerve to let my wife teach you?"

Looking down at the strange-looking dumplings, Mo Yu rarely argued with Yan Yi, but moved her body and leaned towards Zhang Guilan.

"The dumpling you made has a thin skin and lots of stuffing. It's really nice. Do you have any tips?" Zhang Guilan actually disliked Mo Yu from the bottom of her heart.

She has a natural wariness towards Mo Yu. Although she doesn't know who Mo Yu is, Zhang Guilan will instinctively have bad associations with his conversation and behavior, and then feel conflicted.

Zhang Guilan always felt that Mo Yu's identity had something to do with Kyoto.

It’s just a matter of how much relationship there is.

She leaned to the side without any trace, and Mo Yu pretended not to notice and still humbly asked for advice.

At the same time, he muttered in his heart: After all, she is Yan Yi's mother. He is just pursuing her son's wife, but she doesn't want to see him.

It didn't matter, as long as he was thick-skinned enough, he believed there was no dumpling he couldn't learn.

At this point, Zhang Guilan couldn't move anymore, so she had to keep a straight face but teach the dumpling making skills very seriously.

"Pinch the two sides first, then push the tiger's mouth into the middle. Like this, just press your thumb and the dumpling will be ready. It's very simple."

Mo Yu was silent for a moment, and he secretly murmured: As expected of the two of them, they are not willing to suffer even the slightest loss. After they have finished speaking, they have to add a very simple sentence. Look at her poker face. His expression is really...a replica of Yan Yi...annoying.

When she opened her mouth to speak, Mo Yu had already put on a smiling face: "Then I'll try it first, and I'll ask you if I don't understand anything."

Even though it is just such a small dumpling, wrapping it up is not as simple as opening and closing your mouth.

If you put too much stuffing, the dumplings won’t be able to seal; if you put too little stuffing, the dumplings won’t taste good.

Moreover, the dumplings made by Zhang Guilan and Su Mo had round bellies and were very good-looking. He tried several times, but no matter how strong his hands were, they were not suitable.

The soft face stupefied his hands, which were used to chop off the heads of enemy leaders on the battlefield.

Fortunately, Yan Congling was more generous: "Uncle, why don't you come and learn how to roll dough from me?"

(End of this chapter)