Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

Xin Tang tilted his head and bumped Ying Huan's head, but if he didn't knock it away, it's fine.

His focus now is kneading the dough!Don't spend your energy on other things!

After kneading for about ten minutes, the dough became smooth. While waiting for the dough to wake up, Xin Tang urged Ying Huan to move the things to the living room, waiting to roll out the dough and make dumplings.

Before this step, things were going well, and Xin Tang even had the illusion that "he is very good" and "he has dumplings".

Until he picked up the rolling pin and started rolling the skin, he finally understood what Waterloo is.

Obviously, those bloggers who roll out the dumpling wrappers are all rolling the rolling pin while turning the dumpling wrappers. The movements of the two hands are coordinated smoothly, and a round dumpling wrapper can be produced in a second or two.

However, when he really got started, Xin Tang realized that it was impossible for him to roll the rolling pin as smoothly as in the video.

Xin Tang had no choice but to give up this method, and honestly pressed the dough, pressing both hands on both ends of the rolling pin and rolling back and forth, so as to achieve the purpose of rolling out the dough.

One minute later, Xin Tang fell into deep thought as he looked at the grotesque face under his hand.

"How about... you come and try?" Xin Tang reverently handed the rolling pin to Ying Huan.

Ying Huan has no experience of making skins by himself, but the obvious difference between him and Zhong Xintang is that he has a clear understanding of himself and is good at reflection.

From the very beginning, Ying Huan did not intend to use the method in the video to roll the dough, but spread the dough on the chopping board, and studied the most suitable strength while rolling the rolling pin.

The first time Ying Huan rolled out a dumpling wrapper that was not particularly round but even in thickness.

Xin Tang: "..."

"Then the glorious task of rolling the skin is entrusted to you."

"You think you can get rid of me with a word of honor?" Ying Huan smiled, "I don't do business at a loss."

"Don't you eat the dumplings after they are made? How can it be called a loss-making business?"

"Tangtang, if you forget, I can remind you. When you bought it, you said, I will prepare the stuffing, and you prepare the skin. Do you remember?"

Xin Tang had nothing to say, "Then how do you want to do this business?"

As long as it's not too demanding...

However, according to Ying Huan's pissing nature, he always felt that it would not be an easy matter.

Xin Tang was ready to lose power and humiliate the country, but she didn't expect to hear Ying Huan's answer: "Kiss me."

"what?"

Happiness came so suddenly that Xin Tang couldn't react, and even suspected that he had heard it wrong, and almost blurted out "that's it".

Ying Huan raised her eyebrows, "Too simple? How about I change it?"

Before he finished speaking, Xin Tang rushed over and bit Ying Huan hard on the face.

"No! That's fine!"

Compared with the previous style, it is simply the behavior of a male Bodhisattva!

The male Bodhisattva Ying Huan did what he said. After being bitten, he picked up a portion of the medicine and rolled it out quickly. It took less time, but the result was better than the last one.

Xin Tang couldn't help sighing while pinching the dumplings, Ying Huan's cold logical thinking is still very useful in some places.

After making the two dumplings, Xin Tang raised his head, waiting eagerly for Ying Huan to continue rolling the dumplings.

Ying Huan was as motionless as a mountain, pointing to one of the dumplings that had already been made, and said slowly, "Kiss me." Emphasizing the word 'one'.

Xin Tang quickly realized that what Ying Huan meant was to roll a piece of skin with a kiss.

"Capitalists are not as good at exploiting people as you are!" Xin Tang said rather angrily.

Ying Huan was full of smiles, and her eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, "I am a capitalist."

Xin Tang gritted his teeth, held Ying Huan's face in his hands and kissed him several times, rolled out the dumpling wrappers and shouted to him as if he had earned hundreds of millions: "Twenty sheets first!"

Ying Huan continued to smile, "Can you count? Yours is called fourteen, not twenty."

Xin Tang: "..."

After so many kisses in a row, of course he just estimated it casually based on his feeling. Who would have thought that Ying Huan would be able to react and count it!

With a look of grief and indignation, Xin Tang kissed Ying Huan hard six times, and counted while kissing, making sure nothing went wrong.

"It's twenty now!"

"Have."

Ying Huan imitated Xin Tang, counting while rolling the skins. At first, Xin Tang felt ashamed and flustered, but after a long time, he became numb.

It's hard not to say that this is not Ying Huan's goal.

Xin Tang completely let himself go. After making two sets of 20 dumplings, she simply sat down on Ying Huan's lap and kissed her lips, and her tongue slipped into Ying Huan's slightly parted lips.

Of course Ying Huan welcomed him, entangled his tongue and wreaked havoc in his mouth.

He likes to kiss back when Xin Tang has no strength left. At this time, Xin Tang is as soft as a piece of rice cake just out of the oven, which makes him want to swallow it in one gulp.

Xin Tang...has gotten used to it.

Anyway, enjoy it if you can't resist, he is quite comfortable being kissed.

And after so many kisses, Xin Tang discovered that Ying Huan looked as cruel as a mad dog, but he knew it in his heart. When he was really out of breath and about to suffocate, Ying Huan would naturally let him go.

But before that, it wasn't something he could stop just by saying stop.

Today's Ying Huan was still stuck when Xin Tang was almost unable to bear it, and stopped. Xin Tang's eyes were wet, but he stared at Ying Huan unconsciously, and asked with a smile, "Can this count as 20?"

"Yes." Ying Huan's Adam's apple twitched slightly, his hands were still on Xin Tang's waist, and he put the belt on himself, "There is another way to do it once and for all..."

"I don't like to do it once and for all!" Xin Tang decisively pushed Ying Huan away and sat back in his seat, with a serious look on his face, and the lust on his face has not faded away, making him even more attractive.

"Don't like once and for all?"

Ying Huan raised her eyebrows, and the ending sound was very long.

Xin Tang expected that he would stop talking again, and his eyelids jumped up.

Sure enough, Ying Huan paused for a moment, then continued with a smile: "So how many times do you like it?"

"I don't even like it!" Xin Tang patted the table to bluff: "Roll the skin! Hurry up, don't be lazy."

Speaking is an art, but Xin Tang can only chew peonies in the roughest way.

After working for more than half an hour, I finally wrapped all the dumplings. Later, Ying Huan became proficient at rolling the skins. Xin Tang's speed of making dumplings could not even catch up with Ying Huan's speed. It was Ying Huan and him who made the dumplings completely. packaged.

The dumplings made by Xin Tang come in all shapes, and many of them are semi-finished products that failed to follow the video, with a gaudy appearance and an ugly word.

The ones on Ying Huan's side are much more neat. They are all uniformly pinched by the tiger's mouth, one pinch is one, the size is even, the speed is fast, and they are neatly arranged, as if they are doing military training for the dumplings.

Xin Tang didn't want to look any further, and roughly mixed the dumplings on both sides.

Fortunately, Ying Huan's obsessive-compulsive disorder wasn't that serious, so she just looked away and just stopped looking.

Xin Tang ran to the kitchen with the dumplings in his arms, not forgetting to say to Ying Huan: "Eat steamed dumplings, let's eat steamed dumplings, I don't want to drink porridge and noodles anymore."

Ying Huan followed slowly, "Can I make fried dumplings or pot stickers, too?"

"eat!"

Must eat!

Xin Tang's mouth was about to fade out. When he thought of the oily and crispy fried dumplings, he felt that he could make three big bowls!

However, it turned out that three bowls were impossible, and Xin Tang didn't even finish one dish, and gave all the rest to Ying Huan.

It is well-known as: If you are sick, make up more.

Until the afternoon, the snow finally stopped completely, and the snow did not thicken any more.

Xin Tang played Sokoban for nearly an hour, and he did not know how many times, but he still had no clue. His eyes glanced at the bright and white world outside the window, and he felt a little itchy for a while.

"Snow that is so thick, will it be soft to step on?" Xin Tang sighed loudly while leaning against the window.

Ying Huan pretended not to hear, so she closed the book and said, "It's soft, a bit like stepping on sand, but when the snow covers your feet, you will feel cold and painful."

"Such thick snow can bury my whole body in it!"

"Yes," Ying Huan sneered, "it can make you go from being buried in snow to being buried in soil."

Xin Tang: "..."

"I just want to step on it, step on the door and come back."

"When the snow is thinner, it can't exceed the height of your boots."

"That will be possible after the snow melts, but I read the news that this should be the last snow this year."

Xin Tang ran over and hugged Ying Huan's arm, "If I don't go out today, I will have to wait for a year, one year! 365 days!"

One year, I don't know how many things will happen.

Today's lover may break into an endless enemy tomorrow.

Ying Huan's expression became a little dazed.

Xin Tang didn't know what words he said to shake Ying Huan, anyway, he seized the opportunity and said, "Really, I will come back as soon as I step on it, and I promise I won't be buried in the ground!"

"That's all you want to go?"

"Think!" Xin Tang's expectation was almost written on his face with a pen.

Ying Huan couldn't help but stroked Xin Tang's hair, "Go and change."

Xin Tangte consciously put on a lot of thick clothes. The zipper of the down jacket was pulled all the way to the top, and then the furry hat was buttoned back, even a single snowflake would not be able to float into his clothes.

As a result of wearing too thick shoes, it was difficult for him to bend over to put on the boots. Xin Tang was in a good mood, and smiled and called Ying Huan's husband to help him put on the shoes.

Ying Huan had never been able to resist being called "husband", so she squatted down and put on Xin Tang's shoes, her trousers were tightly tucked into her boots.

It was the first time for Xin Tang to step on such thick snow, and his calf quickly sank into the snow. At that moment, he felt both stimulating and decompressed, but after that, the cold temperature spread from his feet to his whole body.

He took a few steps forward with difficulty, and stood under the tree beside the garden fence.

The snow on the trees was so thick that it almost covered the tops of the trees. If you moved the trunk a little, fine snow would rustle and fall.

Xin Tang turned her head and saw Ying Huan was still standing at the door, her long hair was as black as ink against the ice and snow background, and her skin was pale due to lack of blood.

He lightly smashed the tree trunk, and the snow on the tree trunk rustled down, forming a psychedelic dream like smoky smoke.

Through the snow-white smoke, he saw the only bright color in the monotonous snow scene, which was the incarnation of snow, a beauty beyond all boundaries.

For a moment, Xin Tang forgot about the cold.