The leader of Deyun Junior Team? I quit!

Chapter 343 That’s it? I’ve never eaten pork, and I’ve never seen a pig running.

Among all home-cooked meals, Guo Qilin feels that making dumplings and steaming buns are the ones that best reflect the joyful family life.

When he was young, Guo Qilin followed his grandparents. Whenever they were making dumplings or steaming buns, he would go over and play together.

Grandpa is responsible for rolling out the dough, and grandma is responsible for wrapping it. He is playing with the dough next to him.

Every time he thinks of that kind of scene, Guo Qilin feels warm in his heart.

Now that his grandparents are gone, Guo Qilin also wants to bring this warmth to his little family.

Just do it.

Guo Qilin hugged Taotao and came to the kitchen with Yang Zi.

Just when he was about to prepare, Yang Zi turned his head and looked at Guo Qilin with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Um...can you wrap it up?"

"Then what should we do?" Yang Zi spread his hands, "Both of us are half-assed, how can we deal with it?"

Guo Qilin first took out a basin and poured the white noodles into it.

"I don't believe that with our intelligence, we can't make a meal of dumplings."

Yang Zi looked at Guo Qilin's strange behavior and opened his eyes wide in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Rubbing his hands back and forth in the white noodles, white smoke billowed from the kitchen.

"How about something else to eat?"

Seeing this, Guo Qilin smiled and said, "Look, Taotao wants to eat dumplings. She must make them today."

Yang Zi smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I'm not very good at it either."

Guo Qilin smiled, put Taotao in the stroller, then rolled up his arms and sleeves, "I'll go first."

"Haha." Guo Qilin smiled, "Me too."

Guo Qilin was stunned, "Not really, Sister Yang, can you?"

“In the past, making dumplings was my father’s and mother’s job, and I would just play around.”

"As the saying goes, if you haven't eaten pork, you haven't seen a pig running?"

Then he took action.

"I remember the first step, which is to make noodles!"

"Forehead?"

“Two half-assed people add up to a full-fledged person.”

"Haha, that's right."

Seeing that Guo Qilin was so interested, Yang Zi also became energetic and said, "That's it!"

"Dumplings, dumplings..." At this moment, Taotao shouted happily.

There used to be a nanny at home, and the nanny prepared a complete range of ingredients, including white noodles, minced meat and so on.

"Living noodles." Guo Qilin wiped his face with his hand, and it suddenly turned white, like a little cat.

"Haha."

Looking at Guo Qilin's appearance, Yang Zi couldn't help but laugh, "Do you just work to survive?"

"You need to add water!"

"How else can I live like dough?"

"I see that you really don't know how to do it, so I'll do it."

In fact, Guo Qilin can cook, and his skills are pretty good. He once made a fish dish on the show, and Guo Degang was full of praise after eating it.

But Guo Qilin's cooking skills are limited to stir-frying. When it comes to making dumplings, steamed buns, pancakes and other pasta, Guo Qilin is not good at it.

Yang Zi took the basin from Guo Qilin and said with a smile: "I remember that when my mother makes noodles, she always adds water."

With that said, Yang Zi took a ladle of water and poured it directly into the basin.

Obviously, there was too much water in this ladle, and the noodles in the basin were thin and sticky, like mud.

Seeing his masterpiece, Yang Zi looked at Guo Qilin awkwardly, "This doesn't seem right, does it?"

"Hahaha." Guo Qilin said with a smile, "If you are making pimple soup, this is fine."

Yang Zi smiled helplessly, "What should we do?"

"Haha." Guo Qilin shrugged helplessly, "I don't know either. How about giving up."

"no!"

Yang Zi became more competitive, "I don't believe I can't handle it!"

"Honey, bring me your phone."

"Why do you need a mobile phone?" Guo Qilin asked doubtfully, "Are you going to search for tutorials?" "What tutorials are you searching for? I'll call my mother for help."

"Honey, turn on the video for me."

Hearing this, Guo Qilin smiled and said, "This is a good idea."

With that said, Guo Qilin dialed the authority number of his mother-in-law Ma Haiyan, and the video call was quickly connected.

Guo Qilin handed over the phone. Yang Zi looked at Ma Haiyan and said with a wry smile: "Mom, look at what's going on here?"

"Uh?" Ma Haiyan was stunned, looked at the noodle soup in the basin, and asked doubtfully: "What are you doing?"

"Where did the pot of paste come from?"

"Mom." Yang Zi said with a sad face, "This is not paste, I plan to make dumplings alive."

"Do you see what's going on?"

Ma Haiyan was surprised again, "Making dumplings?"

"Good guy, if you didn't tell me, I would have thought you were going to make paste and paste Spring Festival couplets."

"No, this is not the New Year or a festival. Why do you think of making dumplings?"

Yang Zi said helplessly: "Mom, can you please stop hurting me? When will I post the Spring Festival couplets?"

"It was Dalin who said he wanted to eat dumplings. Why don't I try to make them?"

"Hey, it turns out that Dalin wants to eat dumplings." Ma Haiyan said with a smile, "What are you busy with at home? Come here and I will make them for you."

Guo Qilin hurriedly said: "Mom, I just want our family of three to cook a meal for ourselves."

"When I was young, I made dumplings with my grandparents. It felt great."

"So I won't bother you anymore."

After hearing Guo Qilin's words, Ma Haiyan instantly understood what Guo Qilin meant.

"Haha, that's it. Then you three as a family can have fun, and I won't join in the fun."

"Come on, Xiaozi, let me give you some advice."

"You added too much water here, just add some more flour and knead it into dough."

Hearing Ma Haiyan's words, Yang Zi understood instantly, "Okay, Mom, I understand."

"Hang up first!"

As Yang Zi said, Guo Qilin hung up the phone.

Then, Yang Zi looked at Guo Qilin and said, "Hubby, give me more noodles."

"Okay." Guo Qilin directly carried the 20-pound dough bag over and pointed the mouth of the bag at the basin. "Honey, how much do you want to add?"

Forehead? Yang Zi was stunned, "I forgot to ask."

"Haha." Guo Qilin said helplessly, "What should we do? Make another call?"

"Forget it." Yang Zi waved his hand, "It's too troublesome, just add it."

"I'm looking at the amount."

"Okay." Guo Qilin responded, holding up the dough bag and pouring it down.

puff!
A puff of white smoke came out, and the white noodles completely covered Yang Zihuo's noodle porridge just now.

Obviously, this is too much.

Yang Zi kneaded it hard, but the flour couldn't stick to it anymore.

"Husband, it seems like there was too much."

Looking at Guo Qilin, Yang Zi also smiled bitterly, "How about I make another call."

"No, no need." Guo Qilin stopped Yang Zi and thought for a moment, "Since there is too much water and noodles are added, then when it comes to noodles, you must add water!"

Yang Zi was delighted when he heard this, "Hubby, you are so smart!"

"Here, add water!"

"okay!"

In this way, if there is too much dough, add water, if there is too much water, add more noodles. After working for an hour, two 20-pound bags of noodles were used up, and Yang Zi finally kneaded the dough.

However, looking at this super large piece of dough made from forty pounds of noodles, Guo Qilin and Yang Zi fell into deep thought.

"Honey, can we eat so much noodles?" Yang Zi looked at Guo Qilin and blinked her beautiful eyes.

Guo Qilin stared at the dough and muttered: "If you eat it for three hundred and sixty-five days, you should be able to finish it."

After saying that, the two looked at each other, and then laughed in unison...

(End of this chapter)