bear's daughter-in-law

Chapter 32

"What did you have for lunch?" He asked me after the matter of the mobile phone came to an end.

"I haven't eaten yet." I ate late in the morning, and I kept thinking about what happened between me and him, so I even forgot to be hungry, and I didn't have much appetite.

He looked up at his watch, "It's almost 2 o'clock. When I came, I met my aunt downstairs. She said that there is everything in the refrigerator, so let's warm it up."

Mom, you are really thoughtful.

"Oh, then it's hot." I responded casually, and continued to poke at the new mobile phone. It's better to use the new one. It feels different when you use it, and it's very refreshing.

"Then you play, I'll heat up the meal." After saying that, he got up and went to the kitchen.

As for cooking, he is very familiar with it and cooks it deliciously. I don’t have to worry about this. My kitchen is big, and frying and frying can be done at the same time, and I can do whatever I want. Also played my game unaffected.

I have to say that the speed of the new mobile phone is so fast that you will never encounter the situation of being stuck and being killed in the game. You don’t have to hide when you meet a big guy, but you have the courage to face it and show your sword skills to your heart’s content. I couldn't escape death in the end, but the process was very enjoyable, it's better than getting stuck and having your life cut.

When the last drop of blood was gone and my eyes were a little sore, I closed my eyes and shook my head for a while, and when I opened it, I found that he was rolling something with a rolling pin instead of hot food. I put down my phone and walked over to see what he was doing. What kind of monster are you doing? Just heat it up and eat a bite? You really use yourself as a cook.

"Why is this?" I was surprised to see him put flour and dumpling stuffing on the stove, this is to show off his skills.

"Can't you see?" He turned his head and smiled and did not stop rolling the dough in his hands, "I'll make dumplings for you." Small and uniform dumplings, after a few rolls with his hands, became There is a small bag in the middle of a circle, which is small and cute.

"Didn't my mother say that there are ready-made ones in the refrigerator, why bother?" Could it be that my mother's cooking is not delicious, or is it deliberately showing off? I went to open the refrigerator to check, and there were hot and cold dishes in it Well done, not to mention this one meal, just enough to eat the next meal, and then look for the staple food, oh, there is only one plate of dumplings left, which is still at the bottom.

"Isn't there dumplings?" I took out the rest of the plate.

"Oh, I saw that there are more than 10 in total. Do you think it is enough according to our appetite? I think there are still some dumpling fillings left, so make a few more, otherwise the raw stuffing will not be good if it takes a long time. Eat, it’s quick, and it’s not troublesome, it’ll be ready in a while.” He said with a smile and put the stuffing in with both hands, and squeezed it together to form an ingot dumpling.

His good cooking is enough to make me admire. To be honest, it is said that the process of cooking is a kind of enjoyment for those who can cook, so for those of us who are delicious, it is also a pleasure to eat delicious food. It is a kind of enjoyment, so I have always looked up to people who can cook, especially men, just like Meng Churan, who can't tell from his appearance that he still has this skill.

Unexpectedly, Yu Zisheng not only cooks the dishes well, but also makes the dumplings in a good shape. The key speed is so fast. With such a pinch of both hands, you can't see how he moves. It looks like a living little life on the panel, and it is alive instantly, which is quite fun to watch.

"Would you like to try it, have you wrapped it?"

I shook my head, "I didn't wrap it, it was all done by my mother, and my father rarely helped."

"It's easy to learn, very simple, come on, in this way, don't put too much stuffing, don't get oil on the side, otherwise you won't be able to pinch it, and it will open when you leave the pot. If you don't know how to pinch it with both hands, pinch it with one hand The pleats are also fine, like this, pinch the right side first, then the left side, and see if it’s done.”

Seeing it was not that complicated, he taught me again in detail, which aroused the urge to try it too, "I'm going to wash my hands."

"Okay, you can pack the rest. I'll boil the water, and you can put it down immediately after wrapping." He swept the flour into a pile neatly, and cleaned out the rest of the stove with a rag. Part, looking neat and tidy.

I put the skin on my left hand according to the steps he said, and then used chopsticks to pick up a little stuffing, because I was afraid of leaking, so I put it in very little. Just as I was about to imitate his gestures, he suddenly turned to me Take the dumpling wrapper in my hand.

"Are you making dumplings or wontons? There's too little stuffing, and it doesn't taste good."

"Didn't you say that if there is too much oil, it will leak, and if the oil leaks, you can't pinch it?"

That's right, that's what he said, and I did as he said, so there's nothing wrong with it.

He chuckled and unfolded the dumpling wrapper, "Look, this is not even enough for one bite, and it's boring to eat. Just put a little more in it. This amount will be enough. After pinching, the dumpling belly will be bulging. That's how it is." Appetite, well, bag it, I'll watch."

I took a new dumpling wrapper from the panel and looked at it again, he seemed determined to verify the results on the spot, but I didn't want him to see it, "Can you not look at it, and turn your back on it." I I am a little embarrassed, afraid that the package will not be good.

"Why, afraid of embarrassment? It's okay. I'm sure I'm not joking. There's not much stuff left. I have to supervise you for the sake of quality. Go ahead, be bold."

Knowing that he must be waiting to tease me if he is not smiling, I thought to myself, isn’t it just a small dumpling? It seems difficult for him to pinch with two hands, so I decided to do it with one hand, so there is room for correction. Pinching pleats is easy, and one nest is a pleat. Hey, the right one is fine, and the left one is right-handed. Control, how to adjust the left side, the left hand can do nothing but wash the left side of the face, what can I do, it is easy to do, turn the other side over and pinch it with the right hand.

According to what I thought in my heart, the left and right are operated with the right hand. The final shape made me amused. This is not a dumpling. Simple things are so difficult to do.

He was so happy that he couldn't straighten up, I grabbed the first dumpling I made in my life and threw it into the trash can.

"Hey..." His laughter stopped abruptly when I was surprised by this action, "Why did you throw it away, this is edible." He bent down and picked that ugly dumpling out of a pile of vegetable leaves, " Isn't this pretty good, it also looks like a dumpling." He dusted off the dust and straightened the bent edge.

It’s okay if he didn’t say this, but when he said it, I became even angrier, “Can you stop comforting me, it’s fun to stare and talk nonsense, I’m not a child, I still can’t tell if it’s a dumpling, give it to me, don’t try to take it It disgusts me." I started to grab it, because I was afraid that he would use this to threaten me in the future, saying that I can't do anything, and that making dumplings is still a monster.

I moved my hands up and down, he dodged back and forth from left to right, and finally lifted the monster high above his head, protecting it like a cultural relic, no matter how I jumped, it was always a little bit short of getting it, I was in a hurry Push him to the corner of the kitchen, making him unable to move. Now you still want to run, but just about to go to get it happily, but you meet his strange eyes, the reflection of the water is very dazzling, the bodies of the two of them are completely In terms of fit, the face is only a few centimeters away from being glued together tightly.

It's weird, but I can't tear off this sticky entanglement.

I want to go, I want to leave quickly, I want to cut this eye wave from the middle, but I don’t know why, but I can’t do it anyway, my feet are fixed, and my body leans forward uncontrollably, as if I was bewitched, dazed Looking at him slowly, little by little, letting his gaze press down on his lips.

The author has something to say: Really, really, in the next chapter.