Five years simulation three years first

"Do you know how to make dumplings?" The life committee member brought a large bowl of dumpling stuffing into the room, "Wash your hands if you want to make dumplings."

They chopped up the dumpling stuffing last night. They took it to school this morning and asked the cafeteria master to borrow a cabinet to keep it cold. Now they take it out and put the dumpling wrappers on the prepared table mat. There are reconciled noodles beside it. , obviously because they were afraid that someone would not waste the rolled skin.

The few people who were punished in the mentally retarded game just now were tortured by the dark cooking yellow peach gag, and they are squatting beside them, drinking water and retching.Lu Xiaonan rushed them to the door: "The play is over, I have to vomit in the bathroom."

Feng Zhouzhou looked blank: "What are they going to do?"

Chen Si walked over with the pot: "Make dumplings, Feng Bao. Stay away from me and be careful, the water is quite hot."

"Can such a high-power pot be used in the classroom?" Feng Zhou asked, "Will it not trip?"

"Just a pot, it's not a big problem."

"Don't worry about it, Feng Xueba," Yu Shaochun came up behind him at some point, and put his hand around his neck, "I just went to see it. The third class is cooking hot pot."

"What are you doing in shift three?"

Yu Shaochun nodded his chin: "Just now my singing moved the students in class three, so they kindly invited me to sit for a while. But I miss the students in my class even more, so I came back soon."

Feng Zhou remembered the girls who gathered at the door when Yu Shaochun sang just now, raised his eyebrows and pushed his hand away: "You are quite popular, Comrade Yu Shaochun."

The life committee member is teaching how to make dumplings to a group of people who don't usually go into the kitchen.

Looking at the still ignorant eyes of these people, she knew that she was doing almost useless work just now, so she could only sigh and say, "Why don't you practice how to pack by yourself, and you can only find the answer from actual combat."

Yu Shaochun called Feng Zhou to his back: "Feng Xueba, can you make dumplings?"

"Yes," Feng Zhou said.

"real or fake?"

"Why don't you come and see who packs more?"

Yu Shaochun shrugged: "Hey, do you even have to compete? I never said I would."

Li Guohao has already picked up a piece of dough and started playing with it.At first, he wanted to wrap the dumplings well, but every time there was either too much filling or too little filling, and the finished dumplings fell limply on the chopping board, like a pile of malnourished little Ke.

So he completely gave up "how to make decent dumplings" and turned to study "Eighteen ways to play noodle."

The few households around who had difficulty making dumplings were also taken off track by him, and began to study how to knead a beautiful little flower out of dough.Later, I don't know who fired the first shot in the flour war. People from all walks of life began to greet each other with their flour-stained hands, leaving white handprints one after another.

In the midst of the turmoil, only Feng Zhou Bafeng remained calm, crumpling the dumplings quietly, and even had the time to teach Yu Shaochun how to make dumplings.

"Don't fill the stuffing too much, you will break the skin, just close to two-thirds of the spoon."

Yu Shaochun frowned and stared at the spoon in his hand: "How much is two-thirds of a spoon?"

"That's two-thirds of a scoop."

"How do you know it's two-thirds of a spoonful? You have detectors in your eyes?"

"That's not true," Feng Zhou took the spoon back from his hand expressionlessly, "You'll know if there are too many bags."

Yu Shaochun watched him scoop out a spoonful of stuffing from the dumpling filling basin and put it on the dumpling skin, then folded the two sides of the skin in half, squeezed the tiger's mouth inward, and a dumpling stood in his palm.

Yu Shaochun quickly grabbed his wrist: "Don't let it go, let me learn how to wrap it."

"Crazy," Feng Zhou broke away from his hand, "Has anyone learned techniques from finished products?"

As he spoke, he picked up another piece of skin, skillfully stuffed it, folded it in half, and then placed the dumpling on the chopping board.

Yu Shaochun stared straight at the two dumplings that had just been made, and felt that if he took a soft ruler to measure them, their waist circumferences should be almost the same.

So Feng Zhou really had a ruler in his eyes, right?

"How come you are so proficient at making dumplings," Yu Shaochun said, "It doesn't look like something you can do."

Feng Zhou pushed his arm away from the table, picked up the rolling pin that was pressed by him, and rolled out a somewhat flawed piece of skin: "Give me a hand, I can cook and cook noodles."

Yu Shaochun's eyes widened: "Really?"

The life committee members avoided the melee circle and came to this peaceful corner with their hands covered in flour.

When she saw Feng Zhou neatly stacking dumplings on the chopping board, she was overjoyed and seemed relieved: "Feng Xueba, I didn't expect you to have this skill. It's really great. Finally, someone else can make dumplings." Something to eat."

Following her gaze, Feng Zhou glanced at another group of "hard work can make up for one's weakness" contestants not far away, and found that although they did not participate in the flour war, the dumplings they made were oddly shaped. The monster picked out from which page of Shan Hai Jing became a dumpling essence.

He shook his head: "Forget it, let them play, it's best to have fun during the holidays."

After Yu Shaochun wasted his help for a long time, he was forbidden by Feng Zhou to touch everything on the chopping board. He felt lonely after looking at it for a long time, and asked for two dumpling wrappers from the skin-playing person over there, squatting next to Feng Zhou to hold and play.

After pinching for a long time, he produced a top-heavy thing, and poked it in front of Feng Zhou: "Send it to you."

"what is this?"

"cat."

Hearing what he said, Feng Zhou took a careful look at the four-figure, but he didn't realize that it was a cat at all, so he could only nod his head and praise him unconscionably: "It's beautiful."

He reached out to touch the dumpling wrappers but found nothing, and looked up to find that the rolled dumpling wrappers had been taken away: "Are your hands clean?"

"It's very clean," Yu Shaochun raised his hand to show him, "There's nothing but flour."

"Go and get me a piece of noodles." Feng Zhou was afraid that Yu Shaochun would not understand, so he specially described it to him in detail, "a piece of noodles as thick as a thumb."

"Order!"

Yu Shaochun ran into the war zone with his hands raised and took a piece of noodles.Those people were so red-eyed that they didn't distinguish between friends and foes. They also wiped several white handprints on Yu Shaochun's bright orange windbreaker to show their friendship.

"Damn, these idiots."

Feng Zhou took the dough, raised the knife in his hand, and neatly cut it into seven or eight balls of equal size.

He put down the knife, held the rolling pin in his right hand, and flattened the dough with his left hand. He pulled the edge of the dough and spun it under the rolling pin. Almost instantly, he rolled out a perfect dumpling wrapper.

"Do you know magic?"

"Our young people in the new era," Feng Zhou said, "have always been staunch defenders of materialism."

While he was speaking, he had already rolled those seven or eight lumps of dough into seven or eight dumpling wrappers.

Yu Shaochun didn't believe in evil, so he went to get another piece of noodles, followed his example, cut and flattened the noodles by the side, and turned out a strangely shaped noodle.Feng Zhou supported him and grabbed the wrist beside the dough: "Don't use too much force."

"Forget it, I can't learn it." Yu Shaochun looked at the dough that was not satisfied with Feng Zhou's help, "Hands are as clumsy as feet."

Feng Zhou lowered his head and dealt with the noodles he took later: "No way, the piano is still pretty good."

"Why do you know how to make dumplings?"

"No one cooks for me at home since I was a child." Feng Zhou counted the dumplings neatly on the chopping board, "If you don't learn how to cook by yourself, you will starve to death."

His eyes fell on the leftovers left by a ball of noodles next to him. After thinking for a moment, he stretched out his hand and pushed Yu Shaochun: "Go to the life committee and say that the dumplings can be put into the pot. Divide it into two pots, or you won’t be able to eat one of them.”

Yu Shaochun got the order, and raised his hand across the war zone to find the life committee member.Feng Zhou lowered his eyes, took something out of his pocket and held it in his hand.

The dumplings are divided into three types, one is the almost edible ones made by the "diligence can make up for the clumsiness" type, the second is made by Feng Zhou, and the last one is the seemingly inedible ones made by the "other way" type.

The Feng Zhou brand dumplings are delicate and dignified, but the other side is crooked and grinning, the contrast is not surprising.

Without mercy, the life committee members took the lead in pouring the dumplings from the "Crooked Melon Split Date" group into the pot in one go.

As soon as these demons and ghosts fell into the water, their bellies exploded, and their bellies sank to the bottom. The battle was fierce.A bunch of people gathered around the pot, pointing out their own dumplings to others, and some even threw the dough into the pot while taking advantage of the chaos.

"Cheer up! Seiya!" Tang Qian shouted hoarsely, "Kill Dijia!"

Li Guohao was not to be outdone: "Tijia! You can't admit defeat! You are a light!"

"Let's all start and open," the life committee member came back with a colander and pushed a few childish ghosts away from the table, and mercilessly picked up Dijia Seiya and the gourd babies and put them on a plate, ending this cross-ip affair In the war of the century, "Feng Xueba's dumplings are ready to serve."

If we say that pot of mishmash is funny, after Feng Zhou’s dumplings were put into the pot, the group of people who had been making a fuss all day finally felt a little hungry. One or two held up their chopsticks and watched the dumplings rising and falling in the pot until they were steaming. Was taken out of the pot.

All the "Qi Xing Zhong" in the first pot were returned to my parents for fun, and the decent dumplings in the second pot were put into a big basin.

Feng Zhou counted the number of dumplings, and quietly asked the life committee member: "Will the principal come later?"

"It's hard to say, I don't know which class they went to."

Feng Zhou nodded, first fished out a few and placed them on an empty plate next to him, and prepared them for the principal later.Others have spontaneously allocated disposable plates and are sitting upright waiting for their meal.

I've never seen someone so obedient in class.

He carried a basin and distributed three or four dumplings to each person, and stopped for a while when he walked in front of Yu Shaochun, and put his chopsticks into the basin to pick and choose for a long time before choosing three.

Yu Shaochun looked at him with a straight face: "What? Are you here to pick me up?"

Feng Zhou said indifferently, "Yes."

He didn't keep it for himself. After dividing a round, he put the pot on the table in front, knocked on the table and said, "I wrapped a coin in a certain dumpling in this pot. People will be very lucky in the new year.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Shaochun leaned beside him and took out a fifty-cent coin from his mouth.

The chrysanthemums on the coins became golden under the light, smiling beautifully.

"Mr. Yu congratulations on getting rich!" Li Guohao took the lead and shouted, "Get rich in the new year and take care of me!"

"Fart, if you want to take care of him, you have to take care of me first! Mr. Yu, I don't want to work hard anymore!"

Yu Shaochun blinked, realizing something amidst the noise, and looked back at Feng Zhou, only to find that the man lowered his eyes and was carefully peeling a strawberry-flavored fruit candy in his hand.

The author has something to say: I thought it was time for a party in the second grade of high school to cook hot pot in the next class, and we went to eat beef balls, suck TT