Revenge fails to be attacked (gl)

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After putting the last chicken egg away, Guo Qi raised his eyes and smiled, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "Don't you only eat steamed ones? Just steamed ones."

Then he shook off the apron and put it on, "Okay, you go out, I'll cook."

Zhuang Yan went out, really went out.

Since she was discharged from the hospital, except for the fact that Guo Qi couldn't get up in the morning, Guo Qi was making lunch and dinner. She never stopped her. It's become real.

No one will keep giving without expecting anything in return. The more you give, the more you want, the more you will be unable to extricate yourself.

All she wants is her...unable to extricate herself.

Chapter 97 Dumplings

The autumn rain continued, the window was cloudy, and the raindrops hit the window glass with a patter sound.

On rainy days and sleeping days, it was rare for Zhuang Yan to sleep in the bed. Early in the morning, she heard the sound of the kitchen thumping, which finally stopped, and then heard the rattling of the crutches in the living room.

I woke up at nine o'clock, and when I opened the door, I saw the coffee table in the living room was full, including a chopping board, a rolling pin, a kitchen knife, a small porcelain basin and a noodle scoop.

She pushed her gold-rimmed glasses.

"What are you doing?"

Guo Qi's crippled leg was kneeling on the sofa, with one foot on the ground, struggling to knead the dough. Flour was scattered everywhere, and the coffee table on the black mirror surface seemed to be stained with frost. When she heard her question, she raised her head and smiled, with a smile on her face. The gāngān is clean, and there is no flour on it.

"Make dumplings!"

"Can you make dumplings?"

Cooking a porridge is a new skill, how can it be such a complicated skill?

"Learn now and sell now. I studied a lot of dumpling-making videos last night."

Guo Qi put down the dough in his hand, and pushed the half-porcelain bowl of dumpling stuffing towards her as if asking for credit, with a bright smile on his face.

"Look, this is also the stuffing according to the online teaching dish. Three delicacies, there are carrots, black fungus, fish meat, and green onion, ginger and garlic. It has been made at 6:00 in the morning until now, and it has just been plated."

Zhuang Yan nodded slightly, without saying much, and walked towards the bathroom. As soon as she reached the door, she heard the familiar bell of "Orchid Grass".

She looked back instinctively, Guo Qi had dropped the dough, took out a piece of paper, wiped his hands casually, picked up his mobile phone and ran to the bedroom with a cane, and subconsciously glanced at her.

Their eyes collided, their black rabbit eyes blinked several times, and the phone slightly moved back.

"I'll answer the phone first, and Dr. Zhuang should wash up quickly, and teach me later, I'm afraid that if I pack it badly."

The ringtone I deliberately set was the same as that at the airport, and I also specifically avoided answering the phone...

Zhuang Yan's gaze followed Guo Qi's figure, and she looked away when she knew she had closed the door.

After pushing the gold-rimmed glasses, an imperceptible arc escaped the corners of her thin lips, and she stepped into the bathroom.

After washing up and eating simple milk and bread, Guo Qi came out of the bedroom after a while.

She went to wash her hands again, and then leaned on a cane and came to the coffee table to sit down and meet again.

"Doctor Zhuang."

"Ok?"

"I have something to do in the afternoon. I may have to go out for a while. I don't think I'll be back tonight."

"Ah."

Zhuang Yan also washed her hands, and sat next to her to watch her reconciliation.

Guo Qi was kneading the dough, and took a sneaky look at her, "Aren't you curious because I don't come home at night?"

Zhuang Yan said lightly: "I've never been interested in other people's affairs."

"Oh……"

Guo Qi really worked hard to learn. He had never made dumplings before, but the noodles were mixed quite well, and the cuts were about the same size. Although the first few dumpling skins were rolled out thick and thin, they were basically even after that.

Moreover, there is no need to tell her, she also remembered the precautions in the video, only one side of the dumpling skin can stick to the flour, and the other side must not be too much, so as not to pinch it firmly, and the dumpling filling should not be too much, especially not sticky Once it reaches the edge, once it is greasy, the skin will not be pinched firmly.

After making more than a dozen lying down dumplings, Guo Qi quickly mastered the essentials of making dumplings, and the ones he made were all straight.

Zhuang Yan packed together with her, and the two of them were quick, and they finished all the bags in just over an hour.

Zhuang Yan helped bring the wrapped dumplings to the kitchen, while Guo Qi took the boiled dumplings and continued to show off that he had done his homework.

"Put a little salt in the water, and the skin won't stick easily. Traditional dumplings need to be rolled three times, which is actually unreasonable. Such dumplings are equal to soaking, and it's better to roll them directly."

A pot of dumplings was cooked quickly, and they were taken out with a strainer to dry on a plate. Guo Qi brought a vinegar plate, dipped a dumpling in it, and handed it to her lips together with the vinegar plate.

"Do you want to taste it?"

She didn't eat it directly, took the plate and chopsticks, and took a bite between them.

The clear vinegar aroma filters out the fishy smell of the fish, and after one bite, the sweet and salty taste is just right, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth.

But I always feel that the taste is a little weird, and it's not unpalatable, but it's just a little weird, a little... indescribable.

Taking a glance at Guo Qi, whose breathing was stagnant, with his mouth slightly open, staring nervously at her, she casually praised him.

"Good, good."

"Really?" With just this one sentence, Guo Qi's eyes lit up, and he took the plate and stuffed it into her hand, "Then eat more, if you like it, I'll make it for you next time!"

The meal was so awkward that Guo Qi's eyes were almost glued to her. Every time she ate a dumpling, the smile on her face seemed to grow stronger. When she ate the whole plate, Guo Qi Almost laughing into a sunflower.