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The job of making dumplings is difficult to say, but simple to say.

Anyone can flatten the dumpling agent, and then wrap it with fillings is also very simple.But how to roll the dumpling skin into a round shape with a thin outer layer and a thicker inner layer, and how to wrap the dumpling into a bulging and pleasing appearance is a big problem.

Huarong's hands have touched knives, guns, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks, as well as pots, pans, firewood, rice, oil, and salt, but now she can't do anything with this small rolling pin.

Don't even know how to hold it.

After Huarong kneaded the noodles, there were ginger-cut ingredients, which were evenly distributed on the table. It can be said that it was a good start, but after the ginger was cut, she went back to Zuizhuang and taught him how to roll the dough. I don't care about my parents.

At this time, Huarong couldn't count on her own child, so she gritted her teeth even more towards Zuizhuang, looking at him as if she wished she could draw a sword to hurt someone in the next moment.

Shi Mu took the rolling pin from Huarong's hand with a smile, and said: "Okay, leave them alone, and think about how to get this thing in front of you first." A small dose.

According to Hua Rong's words, she withdrew her "killing" eyes, and saw how Shi Mu would take the lead in handling this seemingly easy-to-handle thing in front of her.

Shi Mu tentatively pressed the rolling pin up and exerted force with his hands, but the movement was still decent.

The next moment, Shi Mu kneaded the strangely shaped dough back into a ball with lightning speed, put down the rolling pin, and shrugged at Huarong, meaning that he was powerless, and didn't want to pick up the rolling pin anymore. cane.

It seems that Huarong is not the only one who finds it difficult.

As a majestic immortal, Shi Mu has no desire to challenge at all, and just waits to make dumplings.

Naturally, Hua Rong wouldn't make things difficult for him, but... he himself probably wasn't much better than Shi Mu.

The two of them looked at each other, raised their heads tacitly, and wanted to ask someone other than Jiang for help, but found that almost everyone was frowning, with serious expressions one by one, as if what they encountered was not dumpling wrappers, It's a huge problem.

Even Wutong, who finally put down his teacup and joined in making dumplings, was uncharacteristically present and at ease.

The rare human fireworks intruded into the realm of the immortals, and it really made them feel as if they were facing a big enemy, and they were at a loss what to do.I'm afraid that any mortal woman will find this scene novel and funny.

This seriousness is not without results, at least even the dough rolled out by the girl Shibu, no matter how thick or thin, is still a nice round shape.

Although She Yue and the others were not as careful as ten steps, the results were not bad. With Jiang's affirmation, they could make dumplings.

Only Zuizhuang made rapid progress under Jiang's hand-in-hand guidance, and quickly rolled out five or six pieces of dough, each of which was well-proportioned in thickness and moderate in size.

However, although Zui Zhuang was able to "teach", Jiang himself did not intend to leave him to help others. Instead, he sat down and started making dumplings with the dumpling wrappers that Zui Zhuang rolled out.

The two had known each other for a short time, but they cooperated with each other tacitly and smoothly, as if they made the making of dumplings into the meaning of silk and bamboo ensemble high mountains and flowing water.They are not like Shibu and Hua sitting together - both of them are struggling with the rolling pin with serious expressions, but their arms will touch each other from time to time, so Shibu didn't roll a few, so they urged Hua to make dumplings. so as not to hinder each other.

Hua was obedient, put down the rolling pin immediately, and made dumplings like Jiang.Although his movements are slow and the shape of the bag is not as good as ginger, it is still enough for his family to cook and eat.

Looking at his quick movements, Huarong and Shi Mu couldn't help but wonder if the kid was tired of rolling dough long ago.

Huarong sighed, no one could count on it, and if Jiang was called to help them, there was no telling when the dumplings would be finished.

Huarong had no choice but to turn her eyes back to the things that were barely moving in front of her eyes, and said to Shi Mu: "Let me do it."

Of course, Shi Mu had no objection, he said: "Okay! I believe in you! You can definitely look beautiful!"

This was said with enthusiasm, as if Hua Rong was going to save the world.

Huarong laughed: "Hurry up and learn how to make dumplings."

After Huarong finished speaking, he started to move his hands. I don't know if it was because he watched for a long time, and he really saw some ingenuity. The movements of his hands were clean and neat, and the dumpling skins were rolled like flowing water.

Shi Mu only took a look at the ginger dumplings, and without saying a word, he started to look at Huarong with his head propped up. After watching for a while, he felt that Huarong was worthy of Huarong, even if he was doing a job full of human fireworks, he was handsome It's not like ordinary people.

Oh, no, Hua Rong is very handsome no matter what she does.

From Shi Mu's point of view, he himself is full of suaveness and suaveness, which makes people unable to move their eyes away.

Huarong's flour-soaked hands waved in front of Shi Mu's eyes, and said, "Aren't you going to start yet? Look, I'm engrossed in watching it."

Shi Mu is as good as he is, and smiled while holding the dumpling wrappers, "Yes, after all, Madam is beautiful."

Huarong smiled and said, "It's worse than my husband."

After hearing this, Shi Mu didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy.

Shibu's ears were sharp, and he heard the two of them flattering each other, curled their lips and said, "It's really disgusting!"

After saying this, Shi Bu touched Hua with his elbow, seeking approval, and said, "Hua, you say yes!"

Shibu is not tall enough, and her raised elbow can only touch Hua's side waist. Hua's body is muscular, but she is flustered by Shibu's seemingly insignificant movement. How much strength was used.

Hua's expression was visibly distorted for a moment, no matter what he was thinking in his heart, on the surface he agreed with Shibu sincerely, nodded and said, "Really!"

Shi Mu raised his chin: "I think you are envious before it's too late!"

Shibu only sticks out his tongue at him, and refuses to admit that this is called "envy".

A few people chatted and laughed like this, and they didn't feel the time passing when they were working.

Shi Mu made a dozen dumplings, and brought five clean copper coins, saying that he would wrap them in the dumplings, and see who was lucky enough to get the copper coins.

After Shibu got excited, he stopped poking at Shi Mu and said, "Then it will be fun if there is a lottery!"

"What color head?"

Shi Bu pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "Well... the person who gets the copper coins can make a request, and any request must be satisfied!"

This girl's expression can be called "insidious", I don't know if she has already figured out what she will do if she gets the copper coins.

As soon as these words came out, Hua Jiuqi was the first to respond.

Hua Jiuqi's expression is exactly the same "insidious".He is old and cunning, and his reaction is extremely fast. He probably thought of some benefits just like Shi Bu.

Then Shi Mu also said "yes", and the old Wu Tong also followed suit.Shibu forced Hua to agree again.There were nine people in total, five of them voted in favor, the minority obeyed the majority, and the resolution was successfully passed.

The process can be said to be very "fair".

No one in Shi Mu put all the copper coins in, but divided the five copper coins, so that when eating dumplings, everyone would find out which dumplings were made by themselves and only eat dumplings that might have copper coins.

The nine people made nearly [-] dumplings together, and the three kinds of fillings were placed on the three big grates. Looking at it together like this, Shi Mu had no choice but to congratulate himself for his foresight.

——The dumplings made by everyone really have their own characteristics!

If Shi Mu didn't distribute the copper coins, the chances of finding the copper coins would be much greater!

Among the two hundred or so dumplings, the ginger dumplings are naturally the most perfect, each with a big belly and thin skin, standing in rows like little ingots.The Hua ones have different shapes, but they are all so fat that the fillings are about to overflow. There is only a thin circle of dough sticking together on the side of the dumplings.Shi Mu's dumplings are well-made, not perfect, but they are completely comparable to the ones sold on the street, which can be regarded as "no merit".It's an exaggeration for the dumplings made by Wutong. He doesn't know where he learned the wrapping method, which is different from everyone else's. The frills of the dumplings are symmetrical, very regular and beautiful.

The dumplings made by the above-mentioned people can still be called dumplings, but there are a few things made by Hua Jiuqi mixed in between the three grates.

The bags made by Hua Jiuqi are all flat, as if they were reluctant to add ingredients, and they are shabby.

Normally, at the end of the dumpling making process, you would squeeze the dumplings with both hands to prevent them from falling apart in the pot. However, Hua Jiuqi seemed to just fold the dumpling wrapper and press it lightly to make the two sides stick together. Now, the packaged things lie limply on the grate one by one.Like dead fish, it is really hard to live up to the name of "dumpling".

Hua Jiuqi didn't seem to know her own level, and happily lay down in the middle of the dumpling and pinched it to make a concave piece.

Jiang originally only cared about talking to Zuizhuang, but now he couldn't stand it anymore, and said to Hua Jiuqi: "Uncle, you have to pick it up and pinch it."

Hua Jiuqi waved his hands and said, "I know, but I think this is pretty good." He folded his arms and looked down at his soft dumplings, and said, "Maybe I really have some talent in this. "

She Yue said mercilessly, "You think too much."

Hua Jiuqi didn't care, just laughed.

Huarong seemed to understand something suddenly, she couldn't help but smile, and exchanged a knowing look with her father.

Hua Jiuqi happily patted him on the shoulder and said, "I still understand me!"

The rest of the people couldn't understand what charade they were playing, so they asked.But Hua Jiuqi kept his mouth shut, Huarong accepted Hua Jiuqi's eyes, and didn't say anything, just whispered to Shi Mu: "I think father will tell himself later."

When Shi Mu knew it, he was suddenly blessed to his heart, so he stopped asking.

After making these dumplings, it was almost time for dinner, so Jiang volunteered to cook the dumplings, and Zuizhuang followed to help him.The rest of the people cleaned up the messy table, put the used utensils back to their places, and wiped off all the scattered flour before they could sit down and rest for a while.

Shi Mu had just taken a sip of water before taking a breath, so he went to get the paper, pen and inkstone again.

The rice paper was brought by Tilapia before, and I don't know what happened to this guy, but he actually wanted to give the group of people in Huafu the Four Treasures of the Study.Ordinarily, gifts are given from people's hearts. If you like gold, silver and treasures, you can give them Dongzhu corals. If you like books and knowledge, you can give them rare copies of ancient books.But there are not many talented people among them, and the four treasures of the study can only be piled up in the warehouse without seeing the light of day.

Only an out-of-the-ordinary guy like Tilapia could do this, maybe he was in a bad mood that day on purpose - otherwise he wouldn't have easily done such a thing that lowered the prince's style.

Shi Mu thought about it carefully, and it seems that Tilapia did this after being stimulated in Huafu - after all, he is not the kind of guy who can still get a gift after getting acquainted with others.

It is estimated that Tilapia used the excuse of the Four Treasures of the Study to pretend to say something sarcastically at that time, but Shi Mu can't remember it at all now.

It's just that I didn't expect this thing to come in handy today.

Shi Mu was amazed in his heart.

Tilapia is indeed the second prince of Dazhao, and the rice paper he took out casually is also a rare good thing.The paper is mixed with gold leaf, which is shiny and extravagant, and there is a faint floral fragrance in it, which makes people feel refreshed just by smelling it.

Shi Mu spread out the rice paper that was almost half a person's height on the table, and his beautiful face rubbed the ink on him naturally. Shi Mu smiled, dipped the pen in the ink with a suitable thickness, and with a few strokes raised his hand, he outlined the plum blossom branches Dry look.

Shi Mu added more delicate lines, put down the pen, and said loudly: "If you say that the winter solstice is naturally indispensable, there are nine of us. There are nine of us, so each of us will draw a plum blossom."

Painting nine is also a major custom in Tianyuan Continent.That is to draw a nine-flowered plum on the paper, each with nine petals, a total of ninety-nine and 81 petals.From the winter solstice, paint a petal with a vermilion brush one day, and when a plum blossoms into red flowers, it will be the day when winter ends and spring comes.

Counting the days and looking forward to the warmth of spring and the blossoming of flowers can be regarded as a great pleasure in the long cold winter.

Because of his age, Indus won the first qualification to draw plum blossoms.

He has profound attainments in calligraphy and painting, accumulated over the years, surpassing many masters of calligraphy and painting in the world.At this time, the painted plum is also very vivid, the petals of that plain plum are soft and delicate, as if it can fly out of the painting when a gust of wind comes.

Wu Tong was also satisfied with the flower, and just as he put down his pen, Zui Zhuang brought over steaming dumplings.