The sweet smell of citrus

"If you come out like this today, if you don't accompany Uncle Cheng, he will be unhappy."

"No!!" In fact, after talking on the phone with Song Yi, Cheng Jialan had no idea about celebrating the New Year together.

She was afraid that Song Yi would be sad if she did not do well.

Who would have thought that after hanging up the phone, Cheng Weiguo saw her depression and talked to her——

"It was he who told me that if I wanted to come, I could come here in the morning and then go back at night." As she spoke, she explained, "We southerners only celebrate the New Year in the evening."

"Just eat New Year's Eve dinner together."

"Okay, don't keep looking at me about this matter!" Cheng Jialan didn't want to talk about it anymore, she immediately changed the subject, she pointed to the glue on Song Yi's hand, and immediately became very active: "Squad leader, do you want to buy glue? Post couplets?"

"When I arrived at your door, I found that there was no couplet posted!"

After finishing speaking, she snatched the glue from Song Yi's hands, gathered up the down jacket, and ran to the door.

Song Yi didn't have time to say anything, the door opened again, the heater was turned on, and her voice came, "Squad leader, come quickly!"

The originally silent room seemed to be filled with something in an instant.

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Although the Song family is a small house, no matter how small the house is, the door is quite high.

The two of them were not tall enough to stretch out their hands to paste the couplets, so Song Yi went to the house and moved a stool out.

It was a bit slippery outside, and when Song Yi was standing on the stool, Cheng Jialan stepped on it for her, and while stepping on it, he murmured, "This chair is a bit high, monitor, be careful."

"Yeah. I know."

In fact, I have posted it by myself many times without any problems, and this time I have one more person to accompany me, so there will be no problems.

After pasting up the couplets, Song Yi took Cheng Jialan into the house and started making dumplings.

I thought I was alone, and the dumplings were going to be kept until night.

Now from one person to two——

Let's quietly advance the New Year's Eve dinner.

Chapter 50 Eat Dumplings

Because it is guessed that Cheng Jialan's family should have prepared a very rich New Year's Eve dinner, and it would be bad to have a big meal at night, and it would be bad to eat too greasy at noon.

So Song Yi decided to eat dumplings at noon, and the pork, corn and cabbage he bought happened to be a delicious and interesting filling.

Making dumplings is also a small technical job.Obviously, Cheng Jialan, who was doing this for the first time, didn't have a good grasp of this technique——

If the dumplings made by Song Yi are like rows of neatly stacked ingots, then the dumplings made by Cheng Jialan are very curious-shaped dumplings, filled with fillings that are about to burst, and come in all shapes.

What's more, she looked at her big fat dumplings, and then at Song Yi's small dumplings, and asked in puzzlement, "Squad leader, why did you make the dumplings so small?"

Song Yi saw that her hands and face were covered with flour, like a little tabby cat, and couldn't help laughing, "The dumplings are made too big, and the filling will be exposed when the dumplings are cooked later."

"Crown?" Cheng Jialan stared at his work and asked, "Is someone like me big enough to be exposed?"

"Maybe will."

"..." Cheng, who seldom made dumplings, put down the dumpling wrappers, "What, why didn't you tell the monitor earlier!"

She has packed so much!

"What if everything is missed by then?!"

She was a little anxious, her beautiful pupils were shining brightly, she was very energetic, Song Yi said, "It's okay, if the time comes, we can eat dumplings while drinking the broth."

"Maybe I can create my own dish."

Cheng Jialan: ...

The word dislike is on the face.

Seeing that the little cutie was about to get angry, Song Yi stopped teasing her, and said with a smile: "I'm lying to you, the big dumplings you make will be steamed and eaten. It doesn't matter if you steam them and eat more meat."

Cheng Jialan heaved a sigh of relief knowing that there would be no waste.

With the efforts of two people, all the dumplings were wrapped around 12 o'clock.

Song Yi has cooked many times, and he is a veteran. He boiled the water and put the white and fat dumplings into the pot.

Probably because the dumplings were made by himself and the squad leader, Cheng Jialan showed great interest, walking around the pots, pans and stoves, looking at the small shovel in Song Yi's hand, feeling extremely itchy.

Song Yi looked at her, couldn't help but curled up his lips, smiled in his eyes, and called her: "Jaran, do you want to try it too?"

"I can!"

"of course can."

The small shovel was still warm, and the 'chef' standing in front of the pot became Cheng Jialan. She asked Song Yi: "Squad leader, what should I do now? Shall I stir it?"

"No, you can't stir the dumplings around, they will break."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Cover the lid and wait for it to cook."

"..." So what's the use of her holding a shovel?

The glass lid covers the big iron pot, the dumplings are rolling in the boiling water, the white skin gradually becomes a little transparent, and the corn and vegetables inside are looming, it’s been almost five or six minutes, Cheng Jialan watched them all 'soak' Yes, he let out a cry: "Squad leader, are you familiar?"

"It should be almost there." Song Yi, who was standing aside, glanced at the pot, "Try one and try."