Su Qingluan was surprised to see Yang Shi was actually quite curious: "Didn't Mother add water when she made the meat filling before?"

In fact, the best way is to add broth, but considering the production cost, the Su family’s previous living standard certainly could not afford it, so it was unnecessary to ask questions of this level.

She never thought that her curious questions about "adding water" were unnecessary!

It turns out that before Su Qingluan traveled through time, food like dumplings was a "delicacies" only available during festivals, and they were usually called "meat-stuffed dumplings". Considering the price comparison between meat and wild vegetables, they were usually a bunch of wild vegetables or other vegetables with a small amount of meat stuffing. There was no need to "add water to the meat stuffing" at all, and even the juice of the large amount of vegetables around was enough!

Su Qingluan: ...What kind of life did her parents and siblings live before she traveled through time?

Moreover, when she thought about the life she had lived recently and that many of her recent friends and neighbors were like this, she still felt a little subtly uncomfortable. She couldn't help but think of the ridiculously high rent rate that was almost abnormal.

Isn’t this policy of layered exploitation a bit too outrageous?

Although she knew she must not curse out loud, Su Qingluan still cursed in her heart all the ancestors of the upper class, including the emperor, who exploited the people.

"Daya? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Madam Yang looked up and saw her eldest daughter with a constipated expression. She stood there with her teeth bared, not saying a word. Worried, she put her hand on Su Qingluan's forehead to test her temperature. "You don't have a fever... It's okay, it's okay."

Su Qingluan wordlessly let go of her mother's hand: "Mother, I'm fine. Let me make the meat filling...Have you added all the salty and sweet seasonings?"

Yang nodded, then looked at the small bowl of pork filling with some emotion: "This is the first time our family has eaten dumplings with so much meat filling."

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "From now on, we can eat as many dumplings as we want!"

Yang nodded and turned to the meat dough.

As soon as she opened the large bowl where the dough was rising, she picked up the emerald green dough with curiosity and looked at it from left to right: "Did you add wild vegetable juice to it?"

"Well, wild vegetable juice and flour." In fact, Su Qingluan saw that the original dough had not yet risen, so she simply made a new dough with wild vegetable juice and flour. Anyway, it was just something to make her sister happy, so she didn't want to make too much.

"The color is very fresh." Yang patted the bright green dough with a smile, and began to knead the dough pieces that had already risen one by one.

Su Qingluan slowly added a little water to the minced meat, then used her hands as a blender and began to beat the minced meat vigorously in a clockwise direction, waiting for the little bit of water to be absorbed by the minced meat, and then added a little more water.

I added it four or five times in a row, and in a blink of an eye, half a bowl of water was added to the meat filling.

At this time, the meat filling is more moist than at the beginning, and the originally loose meat filling has become more compact after being beaten in the same order for a long time, as if it is about to solidify.

Although the surface of the meat filling became moist, even when Su Qingluan tilted the basin containing the meat filling, not a drop of water flowed out, as if all the water was completely absorbed by the meat.

Su Qingluan felt the surface of the meat filling to see if it was moist enough, and when she felt the water was almost enough, she stopped pouring it, but didn't stop beating it. Meanwhile, Yang had already started to shape the dough.

Su Qingluan watched Yang skillfully twist the dough into small balls and shook her head in amazement, "Mother, you are truly amazing."

It must be said that although she was good at cooking, she wasn't particularly good at making noodles. She could make dumplings, but she couldn't do the "pulling the dough into pieces" job.

Not only that, she couldn't learn the noodle-making skills that many old chefs with decades of experience had done - to put it bluntly, she could cook, but she wasn't very good at making noodles.

Yang's hands continued to pinch the dough without stopping, and she said with a smile, "You'll become proficient if you do it more often."

"But didn't our family eat dumplings often before?" More than "not often", I'm afraid we could only eat them during the Chinese New Year or occasional festivals throughout the year.

"We don't eat it often, but if a wealthy family has a feast, my mother will often go and help out!"

Su Qingluan suddenly realized: no matter where you are, there are always rich people. Speaking of the novel styles and patterns of clothes made by Yang for them, besides her own ingenuity, she must have seen and heard about them from wealthy families, and perhaps received inspiration from them?

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan sighed: "Mother has worked so hard."

"Well, what's the hardship?" Yang said unconcernedly. "At the end of the day, I just want you kids to eat better and earn more money—but Daya is still the best!"

"..." In fact, Su Qingluan felt a little guilty when she was praised like this. After all, she had lived two lives, and it seemed a bit like cheating.

Feeling guilty, she finally finished stirring the meat. The meat had a distinct swirl shape and was even more moist than before. A layer of fine white fat and putty floated on the surface, making Su Qingluan's hands become greasy as she stirred the meat.

Su Qingluan tilted the entire basin over, and the meat filling did not loosen at all, nor did its appearance change significantly, which meant that the meat filling was "beaten vigorously".

Then, she turned around and got some soybean oil and sesame oil, mixing them in a small bowl at a ratio of two parts soybean oil to one part sesame oil. She added the entire bowl of mixed oil to the minced meat and gently stirred it clockwise a few times to thoroughly mix the oil with the minced meat. Then, she turned to Yang and smiled, "Mother, you can add the fennel now!"

"The fennel is on the table over there," Yang was busy rolling the dough into balls, pressing them into small round cakes, and finally sprinkling a layer of flour on them. She put them into the cloth bag next to her to prevent these "small cakes" from sticking to each other or drying out.

Su Qingluan placed the pot on the slow cooker, added the finely chopped fennel to the minced meat and stirred it slowly. In an instant, the special aroma of the oil and fennel stimulated each other, making the whole pot of minced meat emit a special fresh fragrance.

"Oh, this fennel is fresh and has a strong flavor!" Su Qingluan grabbed a handful of fennel and put it under her nose and sniffed it gently.

"Yes, it was just picked up this morning!" Yang laughed, "If your father hadn't had a sharp eye, he wouldn't have been able to grab this one!"

"Dad always hits the target with one strike." Su Qingluan nodded.

Seeing that Su Qingluan had mixed the dumpling stuffing, Yang turned around and asked, "Daya, can you roll out dumpling wrappers?"