The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

When they returned home, Jiang Tingxia asked Li Changpu to get a large basin to soak the red beans, and then she fell asleep soundly with anticipation, because she would be able to eat the fragrant and sweet dumplings tomorrow.

If it were in the past, ordinary things like rice dumplings would not be of much interest to her. Whenever she wanted to eat, she would just ask for it and the small kitchen would prepare it at any time. But here, the food was monotonous, with only the same few dishes over and over again, which was barely enough to keep her from starving. She didn't know how to use the cooking utensils here, so she would be at a loss.

When she saw glutinous rice noodles, her eyes lit up and she couldn't stop wanting to eat rice dumplings. She simply bought the ingredients and made them at home.

If there are no conditions, you have to create them and go ahead. Jiang Tingxia finally understood that no matter where you go, the first thing is to eat well, drink well and live well. Everything else is empty, and being good to yourself is real.

The next day, Yang Jinfeng came early. Jiang Tingxia was sitting in the yard on a small stool peeling peanuts. She planned to make three kinds of fillings: sesame, peanut and red bean.

Jiang Tingxia was peeling peanuts, and half a bowl was already filled with peeled red-skinned peanuts.

She greeted Yang Jinfeng with a smile, "Sister Jinfeng, you are here. I am sorry to bother you today."

Yang Jinfeng also smiled and said, "Don't be polite to me. If you need any help in the future, just come to me."

Jin Feng's mother gave her daughter many instructions yesterday, and Yang Jin Feng's heart was wavering. She thought that she might as well live a good life with Wei Dong. But this morning, she could not sit still, and her legs walked all the way here uncontrollably.

Yang Jinfeng snorted in her heart, so what if they got married? As long as Li Changpu and the woman he married now were not on good terms, she would have a chance. What she had to do now was to gain Jiang Tingxia's trust and, step by step, quietly destroy the relationship between them.

Anyway, Jiang Tingxia is a fool and can't understand good or bad words. It seems that this matter is not difficult to handle.

Jiang Tingxia didn't know what was going on in Yang Jinfeng's mind. When they entered the house, she pointed at the stove and said, "Sister Jinfeng, let's fry the sesame seeds and peanuts first. We'll use them as the stuffing later."

Yang Jinfeng responded and rushed to get firewood to make a fire. As a result, a small thorn on the firewood pierced her palm and Yang Jinfeng jumped up immediately in pain.

Jiang Tingxia hurriedly tried to pull Yang Jinfeng away from the stove and said, "Sister Jinfeng, stop it. Let me do it."

Yang Jinfeng was about to leave while covering her injured hand when she heard Jiang Tingxia say again, "Teach me how to make a fire. Let me do this."

When Yang Jinfeng heard this, her first reaction was, what would happen if Jiang Tingxia learned it!

The ugly incident of her making a fire and burning down the house is still being passed around as a joke. Brother Li must be dissatisfied with her because she doesn't know how to do the work, so how could he let her learn it?

Yang Jinfeng immediately stopped and put down her hand, "My little injury is not a big deal."

She turned back to the stove and pulled out a handful of firewood. "Don't worry about making the fire. Listen to Sister Xia. Just sit aside and relax."

Jiang Tingxia was worried, "Sister Jinfeng, please don't force yourself."

Yang Jinfeng lied very naturally, "It's nothing, I'm used to doing this kind of work, unlike you girls from the city, who are delicate and fragile."

Yang Jinfeng's eyes rolled around as she began to compliment Jiang Tingxia, "Look at your hands, they are so white and tender. Look at my hands, they are nothing compared to yours. Girl, listen to me, women's hands must be taken care of. Don't dare to work, because your hands will become rough if you work. Girls love beauty, so hands are as important as face, don't you agree?"

"Besides, I see, you are destined to enjoy life, so listen to me, don't do anything, just wait for the food."

Jiang Tingxia: "Sister Jinfeng, stop talking about this, you should take a look at the wound first."

Suddenly, thick smoke came out of the stove. Yang Jinfeng started coughing, but she didn't forget to chase Jiang Tingxia out. She pushed Jiang Tingxia out and said, "Hurry, hurry, sister Tingxia, get out now."

The two pushed and shoved for a while, and with a bang, Jiang Tingxia was locked outside the door. She looked at the closed wooden door, her mind started to get confused. Why was Sister Jin Feng acting so weird?

Jiang Tingxia waited until the smoke in the room had dissipated before he went back into the house.

Yang Jinfeng called out, "Listen, Sister Xia, shall we fry some peanuts?"

Jiang Tingxia looked at Yang Jinfeng's eyes which were red from the smoke and advised, "Sister Jinfeng, why don't you take a break?"

Yang Jinfeng herself said nonchalantly, "No need, making a fire is nothing, it's not a big deal at all."

As he spoke, he put the sesame seeds and peanuts that Jiang Tingxia had prepared in advance on the stove and started frying them one plate after another.

Seeing that she couldn't stop her, Jiang Tingxia let Yang Jinfeng go. She took out the glutinous rice flour and started making the dough.

First pour boiling water into the glutinous rice, stir it into flocs with chopsticks, then add warm water, and then start kneading the dough with your hands. After the glutinous rice is formed into a ball, it will be in a state that it can be broken apart when it is broken. Such dough is not easy to make glutinous rice ball skins and is easy to break. In order to make the glutinous rice flour dough ductile, Jiang Tingxia has a little trick, which is a secret recipe told to her by a Jiangnan grandma.

She broke off a piece of dough the size of half a palm from the dough, kneaded it into a sheet, put it into boiling water to cook, and then combined it with the previous glutinous rice dough and kneaded a new piece of dough. The glutinous rice dough made in this way was not broken and was in a stringy state.

After the dough was made, Jiang Tingxia covered it with a wet cloth and set it aside to rise for half an hour.

By the time she finished her work, Yang Jinfeng's black sesame seeds had also been fried, and the whole house was filled with fragrance.

Zhang Hongxiang from next door came over after smelling the food. She was there when they bought the ingredients yesterday and knew Jiang Tingxia was going to make something delicious today. As soon as she walked in, she saw the roasted sesame seeds and the kneaded dough and said, "There are too many things to do early in the morning. I rushed but still couldn't catch up. You two have made so many things."

Jiang Tingxia smiled, "Sister Jinfeng came early and was very quick. She rushed to work as soon as she arrived, saving me a lot of trouble."

Zhang Hongxiang praised, "Jinfeng is really a good worker."

Then he asked Jiang Tingxia, "Is there anything else you need to do? I'll help you."

Jiang Tingxia took out a stone mortar and handed over a plate of black sesame seeds. "Sister-in-law, you come and crush these sesame seeds."

Zhang Hongxiang agreed immediately and started working hard.

After the sesame seeds were pounded into flour, Jiang Tingxia added lard and granulated sugar and mixed them evenly.

At this time, Zhang Hongxiang had completed her second task of crushing the peanuts. Jiang Tingxia followed suit, adding lard and brown sugar and mixing them evenly.

The soaked red beans were cooking on the empty stove, but it would take some time for them to be cooked, so the three of them started to wrap them with sesame and peanut fillings.

Zhang Hongxiang and Yang Jinfeng had never made dumplings before, so they just did whatever Jiang Tingxia told them to do.

Jiang Tingxia asked Yang Jinfeng to roll the dough into long strips and cut it into cylinders. She picked up one and demonstrated to the two of them. With a light press of her pink fingers, the dough became a small cavity. She scooped up a spoonful of filling and put it into the cavity of the dough, closed the mouth, and then rolled it into a ball with the palm of her hand. A white and plump glutinous rice ball was ready.