After the little cannon fodder was reborn, he chose the villain childhood sweetheart

Jiang Wan was completely unaware that the four children had gone out, and she was still standing on tiptoe.

Xie Lan didn't say anything for a long time. She looked up in confusion and happened to meet Xie Lan's dark eyes.

"What? No more?" she asked.

The sun was setting, the light was dim, and Xie Lan's face was a little blurry.

But Jiang Wan could feel he was looking at her.

"Gone."

Xie Lan's voice was deep and a little hoarse.

Jiang Wan said "oh" and looked behind him, dumbfounded.

"Where are Xueling and the others? And where is my father?"

How come the five noisy people disappeared? !

Jiang Wan was shocked for a moment, then laughed and said, "They must have gone out to play because they saw you were back. The dumplings should be almost done..."

As she spoke, she looked towards the desk, her expression froze.

There were forty or fifty crooked dumplings on the table.

Let’s call them dumplings for now.

These dumplings are of different sizes and shapes, but the only thing worth praising is that none of them have cracks.

Otherwise, when you put the dumplings in the pot and the pot boils, it will not be dumplings, but noodle soup.

Jiang Wan scratched his head. "In order to let Xueling and the others feel involved, I let them wrap it themselves. Don't mind if it's ugly. They all taste the same."

Xie Lan glanced at him, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, "I don't mind."

Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Lan didn't blame her for letting the children act up.

"You must be hungry, right? I'll go light a fire now."

Jiang Wan didn't want the atmosphere to be so tense, so she volunteered to light a fire under the stove.

In the past, when we didn’t eat at Fourth Aunt Xie’s house, Xie Lan cooked most of the three meals a day.

Jiang Wan would cook occasionally, but her cooking was not as delicious as Xie Lan’s.

Although Xie Xueling was always supportive and said that what she cooked was better than what Xie Lan cooked.

But Jiang Wan is self-aware.

At best she cooked the food, which was still far from delicious.

So most of the time, it was Xie Lan who cooked and she who kept the fire.

Xie Lan stopped her and said, "You don't have to go."

"Ok?"

Jiang Wan looked at him.

Xie Lan pursed her lips and reached out to pick up the rolling pin.

"I'll roll it and you wrap it."

Jiang Wan watched his actions and understood what he meant.

“Aren’t there enough dumplings?”

"Ah."

Xie Lan moved quickly, kneading the dough, cutting it, rolling it into dough pieces, and rolling out the dough sheets.

The movements are smooth, clean and neat.

Jiang Wan was mesmerized by what he saw.

I didn't expect Xie Lan's cooking skills were so good. The dough was much smoother than the one she just rolled out after spending half a day rolling it out.

Jiang Wan couldn't help but turn his gaze to Xie Lan's profile again.

The jawline is clear, the nose bridge is high, the forehead is full, and the skin is smooth and flawless.

No matter how you look at him, he's a handsome guy.

If you think about it carefully, Xie Lan is a martial arts expert, he is tall and strong, has a pretty face, is smart, and can cook.

Apart from his cold temper, he seems to have all the other advantages.

Jiang Wan couldn't help but think that someone like Xie Lan was set as a villain and was eventually killed by the male and female protagonists of the original book.

Aren't you really jealous of Xie Lan's excellence?

She was just about to compare Zhang Caijin, the gigolo, with Xie Lan.

As soon as I had this thought, I was strangled to death.

How can that scumbag Zhang Caijin compare with Xie Lan?

At least Xie Lan never plays with the feelings of little girls casually, nor does he keep others hanging and act like a sea king.

Was the original owner really blind?

Her cousin is so outstanding, but he didn't choose to marry Xie Lan, but chose Zhang Caijin, that unfaithful and philandering man.

Jiang Wan thought about a lot of things at once and didn't notice how long she had been staring at Xie Lan.

The tips of Xie Lan's ears were tinged with pink, faintly visible in the dim light.

"…A package?"

He finally couldn't stand Jiang Wan's focused gaze, and coughed lightly, awakening Jiang Wan's mind.

"Make it, make it, I'll make it, I'm good at making dumplings."

Jiang Wan hurriedly withdrew her gaze and her face turned red with embarrassment.

She picked up a dumpling wrapper, put some meat filling in it with a spoon, and then used her fingers to pinch the edges together little by little.

She wrapped it tightly, but found that it was so... ugly.

Looking at the dumpling of unknown shape in the palm of his hand, Jiang Wan felt his face burning.

She just boasted that she could make dumplings, but she was slapped in the face in the blink of an eye.

"Ah."

A low laugh came to her ears, the sound was very light, like a small claw, scratching Jiang Wan's face until it turned red.

She quickly explained, "This was an accident. I'll try another one!"

Jiang Wan felt that if she put a pot of water on her head now, it might boil immediately.

It's really embarrassing.

Jiang Wan competed and wrapped four or five in a row.

Her courage to keep trying deserves recognition and praise, but the dumplings she made... are really not worthy of praise.

Xie Lan's heart tightened when he saw her dejected. Before his brain could react, his mouth had already opened.

"Quite good looking."

After saying that, Xie Lan shut up.

In front of Jiang Wan were five or six dumplings that looked like both steamed buns and glutinous rice balls.

Some are round, some have two inexplicable little horns, and some simply become a big steamed bun.

Just from the appearance, you can't really tell that they are dumplings.

Jiang Wan was no longer stubborn and she accepted it.

She really has no talent for cooking.

Hearing Xie Lan comforting her, Jiang Wan felt inexplicably warm in her heart. She turned her head and smiled at him, her face still red because she was embarrassed by bragging.

"Thank you. I'll eat these myself and won't cook them in the same pot with yours."

Xie Lan looked at her beautiful smile and his heart beat faster. He shook his head and then nodded.

Jiang Wan didn't understand what he meant, but she soon found out.

Later on, all the dumplings were made by Xie Lan.

Xie Lan's hands are really dexterous.

The dumplings he made were in the standard waning crescent shape. Each dumpling was plump and placed on the table, making people feel appetizing just by looking at it.

Xie Lan called Xie Jing to come in and light the fire, Xiaohu rushed to do it, so in the end the two of them sat together at the stove to light the fire.

Seeing that there was nothing for Jiang Wan to do in the kitchen, she went out to play with Xie Xueling and Xiao Liu.

The two little girls hid in the room, whispering to each other, and no one knew what they were talking about.

As soon as Jiang Wan came in, they all stopped talking.

Jiang Wan was puzzled and asked, "Xue Ling, what are you talking about?"

Xie Xueling shook her head. "We didn't say anything, sister-in-law, why don't you stay with brother for a while?"

"What?" Jiang Wan didn't understand what she meant.

Xie Xueling walked over and took her hand, saying, "Sister-in-law, let's go find brother and ask him what he was doing outside today."

Before Jiang Wan had time to react, Xie Xueling and Xiao Liu pulled her back to the kitchen.

So the whole family, except Jiang Weiran who was painting in the room, crowded into the small kitchen.

Fortunately, the weather was cold and the kitchen was warm, otherwise Jiang Wan would definitely not be happy.

After the dumplings were cooked, the children ate the ones they had made themselves. None of them complained that theirs were bad, but instead thought that theirs were the best.

Jiang Wan also had a bowl of hot dumplings in her hand.

The dumplings are shaped like a waning crescent moon, white and plump, and each one is very beautiful.

She was stunned for a moment and looked up at Xie Lan's bowl.

Xie Lan's bowl was filled with torn dumpling skins, some of which had cracks on their sides, while others had the skin and filling separated and cooked separately.

There is never a perfect one.

Jiang Wan's cheeks instantly turned red. She quickly walked to Xie Lan and begged in a low voice: "I'll eat what I made! Let's trade!"

Xie Lan chuckled, her voice was hoarse but pleasant to the ear.

"No change."