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"Dumplings must be eaten for the New Year's Eve dinner, Yangyang, what kind of stuffing do you want to eat?"

"Your grandpa and I bought a lot of vegetables, and we have all the flavors we want."

Grandma Huang leaned out from the distant kitchen and asked the grandparents in the hall.

When Liao Muyang heard the question asked himself, he quickly turned around and said, "I want to eat water chestnut and beef stuffing."

"it is good."

The old man responded slowly with a gentle voice, and said nothing more.

Grandpa Liao at the side looked at his grandson's unceremonious appearance, and felt a little owed, but felt that this should be the state when he returned home, but he couldn't help but slapped him.

"Tsk, you're welcome, it's time-consuming to peel the water chestnuts."

Liao Muyang looked at his old man's tone of voice that wanted to piss him off, and he carried out that "faceless" thoroughly, showing a pair of sharp canine teeth in a bared smile.

Then he replied: "Aunt Huang is from my family, and my family doesn't like the politeness of pushing around."

Hearing this, Mr. Liao squinted his eyes and snorted, but he was satisfied with his grandson's words.

As for the elderly, I am afraid that the child will return the false politeness of what they don't want when they go home.

As for Brother Liao, he is obviously not this kind of person.

It’s just that, after all, I can’t let my children and elders go to work, and I sit here like an old man and do nothing. About this point, Brother Liao is still very hardworking and proactive.

Grandpa Liao watched his grandson stand up from the chair, as if he wanted to go to the kitchen, and asked quickly, "Why are you going?"

"Go to the kitchen and have a look and ask for help."

"Come back to me! I still want to have a New Year's Eve dinner. Don't go to the kitchen to be a monster for me, just stay here."

In view of Brother Liao's burning down of the old man's kitchen, which was so serious that the fire brigade was called in, the old man never dared to let this "baby" grandson into the kitchen again.

After all, he was old and couldn't bear to be scared.

The old man's excited tone made Brother Liao dumbfounded, but the unintentional "fried kitchen" incident did make Brother Liao have a super high awareness of his cooking skills since then.

Of course, I suddenly wanted to teach the children on a whim, except for the time when I ruined it.

"Don't worry, old man, I'll wash the vegetables and chop the stuffing. There's no need for fire."

"Besides, your grandson mainly wants to see his little boyfriend."

Mr. Liao was visibly relieved when he heard the words "Don't touch the fire", and curled his lips at the words "Little Boyfriend" in the back, and no longer hindered Liao Muyang, he just raised his hand and waved at him in distaste as a way to let him go.

This is because this expression gradually changed in Brother Liao's eyes.

how to say…

It's as if their own pigs have rammed other people's cabbages, but pig farmers are still very worried that other people's cabbages will be damaged by their own pigs? ?

Brother Liao muttered a few words in his heart: Dear, dear, dear... He didn't stay any longer, and strode towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was still peaceful and peaceful.

Grandma Huang was kneading the dough, and Lin Sheng was peeling the water chestnuts.

Brother Liao stood silently at the door of the kitchen, leaning against the door frame and watching the backs of the two, inexplicably curling the corners of his lips happily from the bottom of his heart.

The warmth of home can only be felt but cannot be expressed in words.

Liao Muyang stood at the door and watched quietly for a while, then stopped just watching, and approached the two of them with steps, and said, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, no, Yangyang, go and sit down."

"No brother, Grandma Huang and I are almost ready."

The two answered exactly the same, and Liao raised his eyebrows subconsciously.

Ok…

Is it really true that the family does not enter the house?

Of course, the starting points of the two are different. Grandma Huang has really seen the tragedy of "fried kitchens" back then, while Lin Sheng simply didn't want to keep her brother busy.

Liao Muyang probably had a thorough understanding of both of them's minds, so it would be most practical to start directly without talking too much.

Brother Liao took out the cutting board and two kitchen knives, stood beside Lin Sheng, put the peeled carrot on the cutting board, prepared to cut it into small pieces and began to chop it.

Physical work that does not touch fire is very suitable for Brother Liao.

"Don't worry, don't touch the fire, I chop vegetables and meat, anyway, I can't stay idle and chatting with the old man, I'm afraid I can make him blow his beard and stare angrily."

The last half of the sentence obviously lowered his voice, and the ridicule with a bit of a smile instantly infected Grandma Huang and Lin Sheng.

The harmonious atmosphere in the kitchen reached its peak again.

The old man who was drinking tea quietly in the hall, listening to the occasional laughter, also sipped his tea and curled his mouth.

It takes a little time to prepare the dumpling filling and the dough.

Waiting for the dough to wake up and the stuffing to be chopped and stirred, it will be around one o'clock in the afternoon.

Brother Liao was carrying two kinds of fillings, Grandma Huang was carrying the dough, Lin Sheng was holding a small bowl, spoon and rolling tools, and the three of them went straight to the dining table.

Still sitting on the dining table flipping through the newspapers, the old man who was drinking tea saw this posture and quickly cleared the table to make room for a large number of things.

The old man looked at the two kinds of stuffing that had been mixed, carefully looked at the green plain stuffing, and asked without understanding: "What kind of stuffing is this?"

Grandma Huang at the side listened to the old man's words, and continued: "Zucchini eggs, Sheng Zai likes this stuffing."

In the kitchen just now, Grandma Huang first asked Lin Sheng what kind of stuffing she wanted to eat, and then asked Liao Muyang.

Before coming here, Liao Ge specially gave Lin Sheng a small vaccination, and told him that the old man and Grandma Huang are very easy-going and easy-going, so don't treat yourself like an outsider, otherwise the old man will think you don't like him .

Little Lin Sheng would never have thought that Brother Liao wanted to let him relax a bit, so he only listened to this instruction and carefully remembered it in his little head.

So when Grandma Huang asked him what kind of dumpling stuffing he wanted to eat, she didn't shirk and be polite. For the first time, she expressed her preference straightforwardly, and just wanted to leave a good, very good impression on the elders.

Listening to Grandma Huang's answer, the old man nodded his head and said "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

Listening to what the old man asked him, Lin Sheng nodded his head quickly, and subconsciously began to gesture again.

"Yes, my hometown is in the south, and dumplings with this stuffing are often made during Chinese New Year."

It's just that as soon as Lin Sheng finished typing the sign language, Lin Sheng realized that the old man couldn't understand it. He was a little flustered and annoyed for a moment, and wanted to take out his phone.

Brother Liao saw the panic of his children, and quickly raised his hand to touch the little head, and comforted him: "It's okay, Sheng Zai gestured for me to translate."

Listening to Liao Muyang's words, Lin Sheng seemed to have taken a reassurance, and the panic disappeared instantly.

"Sheng Zai said that his hometown is in the south, and this dumpling stuffing is often made during Chinese New Year."

Brother Liao's "simultaneous interpretation" was very fast. Mr. Liao immediately nodded when he heard it clearly, and then said to Lin Sheng with a smile: "Then when the dumplings are out of the pot for dinner, Xiao Sheng wants more. Eat a few."

Lin Sheng listened to Mr. Liao's kind words, and inexplicably met his grandfather again.

During Chinese New Year, Grandpa Lin knew that Lin Sheng loved to eat dumplings, and would often tell Lin Sheng to eat more. This familiar feeling of warmth has not reappeared for many years.

Lin Sheng looked at Mr. Liao in a daze for a moment, then slowly returned to his thoughts. He smiled sweetly and obediently at Mr. Liao and nodded his head. Those deep pear dimples and sparkling grape eyes made Mr. Liao think straight. Get another grandson.

He was laughing all afternoon, without revealing the slightest bit of disgust and unbearable urge to hate others when he was with Liao Muyang.

As for what he was doing this afternoon, of course it was making dumplings.

In fact, it didn't take such a long time to make dumplings, but both the grandfather and grandson of the Liao family had nothing to do with cooking.

Good guy, the dumpling is staggered and "bloody".

The exposed stuffing, the broken skin, and the broken skin will fall apart before the pot is cooked.

The point is that the two of them seized the opportunity and began to talk badly, either because the other party was ugly, or because the other party was stupid and blind.

The dumplings were not made into a few, and the embarrassing sentences that flowed out could be put on a talk show, so that the big pot of dumplings at the last New Year's Eve dinner were all made by Grandma Huang and Lin Sheng hand.

As for those "missing arms and legs" that ended up in the trash can, in fact, it doesn't matter if the sales are a little different, the main reason is that they are all mushy and can't be eaten.

The grandpa and grandson should also be thankful that they both have a clever and capable partner.