Quick Travel System: Age Strategy

"What about this?" Chengcheng held the dumplings in front of her.

The man picked it up carefully and looked at it for a long time. The dumpling was perfect from every angle.

I couldn't help but ask: "How do you wrap this? Can I learn from you?"

The dumplings she made at home were so ugly that even her mother complained that she would never be able to get married with her poor cooking skills.

"Okay, come here and I'll teach you."

Chengcheng didn't hide it. For her, someone asking her to learn a skill was a recognition of her.

"Thank you, you are so nice." The man put down the stuffing in his hand, came closer to Chengcheng and took out the dumpling wrapper.

"It's okay. I'll teach you. Just follow my steps. First, put the filling in the center of the dumpling. You see, it's like this. Then press the opposite sides of the dumpling skin together. After doing this step, fold it from the left to the right. Remember, press many lace edges when folding until the dumpling filling is completely sealed. Then use your thumb and index finger..."

Chengcheng was teaching others how to make dumplings. Qian Dalong kept watching her out of the corner of his eye and naturally saw this scene.

The Yangzhou fried rice was ready. He put it into a bowl and covered it to prevent it from getting cold.

Pour water into the dirty pot and wash it, while listening carefully to the woman's voice.

What made him sad was that Chengcheng talked more to that person than to him.

He quickened his pace in washing the pot, wanting to finish quickly and go to Chengcheng's place, pushing away the person who was occupying her.

"Is that right?"

"You've done a great job, keep it up. You can't rush when making dumplings. Let's take our time and learn first and then increase the speed later." Cheng Cheng looked at the finished dumpling while pinching another perfect dumpling in her hands.

To be honest, she was already hungry after being busy for so long. If there weren't so many people here, she would have wanted to take out the frozen dumplings from the portable convenience store and cook them.

At this moment, she was teaching others without delaying her own actions. After experiencing so many worlds, her cooking skills had long been perfected.

I am so confident that I can make exactly the same dumplings with my eyes closed.

When Chengcheng had finished wrapping twenty, the girl next to her had just finished wrapping six. Although she was not as fast as him, the girl worked very hard and completed each step carefully.

This is great, Cheng Cheng praised: "Not bad, I see that none of the dumplings you made have any exposed fillings."

"Really? Really? When I cook them at home, they leak out. I don't know why..."

"That's because the edge was not pinched tightly. I don't think it will leak this time. Do you dare to bet with me?" The little girl next to her was worried unnecessarily, but Chengcheng joked with her to put her at ease.

"Let's make a bet. If it leaks, I'll eat everything I packed. If it doesn't leak, I'll treat you to a snack."

"Okay, deal."

After a short while, the two agreed on the punishment.

Qian Dalong, who was also in the kitchen, couldn't help but secretly curl his lips downwards. The people he was curling his lips at were none other than the little girls surrounding Cheng Cheng.

After cleaning the pot and washing his hands, Qian Dalong was not to be outdone and rushed to stand on the other side of Chengcheng.

She rolled up her sleeves to show her clean hands, and asked for praise, "Chunhua, look, I've washed my hands. How about I help you roll out the dumpling wrappers?"

Cheng Cheng could tell that this was the man's behavior of competing for favor, because when the man came over, he glared at the girl next to him.

Fortunately, his actions were harmless and just childish tricks.

Cheng Cheng was amused in her heart, but she cooperated with the man calmly, "I see, it's really clean. I'll leave the dumpling wrappers to you, Brother Dalong."

"Okay, leave it to me." Qian Dalong felt motivated when he heard her praise, so he rolled up his sleeves and got to work!

In less than three seconds of waving the rolling pin, the dough turned into dumpling skins.

Qian Dalong was able to keep up with Cheng Cheng's hand speed. Every time she pinched a dumpling, the dumpling wrapper would be rolled out in the next second.

She was trained through so many worlds, but men were not, there were truly gifted people in this world, and she saw one this time.

He is worthy of being the male protagonist, God’s favorite.

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Secretary Zhou, who was struggling to peel garlic, saw this scene and couldn't help but say: "Da Long, is your Yangzhou fried rice ready? You're lazy so you go to Chunhua's place."

"Xiao Qingcai, your uncle has already prepared it. It seems that your dog nose is not very sensitive. You can't even smell it." Qian Dalong was not going to give in to his classmate.

Anyway, this is how they communicate. After hurting each other for so many years, their relationship is getting better and better.

Secretary Zhou rolled his eyes. Didn’t Qian Dalong like to approach Liu Chunhua? So he sent him away and made him angry to death.

"You are the one with the dog nose, Dalong. I have made enough dumplings to cook a whole pot. You go and cook."

"Hey, Xiao Qingcai! I'm the one who's bossing you around, why don't you go?!" Qian Dalong didn't want to suffer any loss and directly retorted back.

The kitchen became quiet as people listened to the two men bickering.

Chengcheng saw that there was almost no room for the dumplings on the chopping board, so he stopped making dumplings and cooked these first.

"Haruka, where are you going!?"

Qian Dalong noticed as soon as Chengcheng moved, and looked at her with confusion.

Cheng Cheng explained: "There's no place to put the dumplings. I'll go cook them."

"Hey, you don't need to come here, I'll do it."

Qian Dalong took the chopping board from the woman and walked to the stove.

Cheng Cheng followed him and walked over. The chopping board was gone and there was no place to put the dumplings. If she put them in a bowl, they would stick. But if she put them on a plate, the plate hadn't been washed yet.

If she wanted to put the plates away, she had to wash them first. The plates were large iron plates and were difficult to clean, so she refused to take on the job.

"How many do you want to cook in one pot?" Qian Dalong noticed that the woman was following him and asked her.

Cheng Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Let's cook thirty first."

The small pot can cook twenty of them, and the big iron pot in the kitchen can easily cook thirty of them. If I cook too many, I'm afraid they won't be cooked through.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Qian Dalong lifted the lid of the pot. He had washed the pot clean. Someone else had already filled the pot with water, and it was boiling with bubbles.

The dumplings could be put in directly, and he counted them and put in exactly thirty.

After the water in the pot boiled again, Qian Dalong added a little water into it. He added water three times. The dumplings floated up one by one. The round, slippery and plump dumplings were cooked.

Qian Dalong also learned the method of adding water based on his family's experience. It is difficult to control the temperature when using firewood. In order to prevent the dumplings from breaking, water can only be added to cool them down.

The dumplings were cooked. Qian Dalong scooped out a dumpling with a spoon, put it to Cheng Cheng's mouth, and said, "How about you try it?"

Cheng Cheng gently held the man's hand and took a bite.