When Su Qingluan heard Yang ask her this, she nodded uncertainly: "I think I can, but I'm not very good at rolling the dough."

Yang was not surprised at all. She smiled and waved at her: "It's okay, you're a smart girl, you can do anything quickly. I'll do it for you a few times, and you'll get it after watching!"

Su Qingluan nodded.

As expected, Su Qingluan "learned" to roll out the dumpling wrappers and make dumplings "very quickly." Amidst Yang's constant stream of praise, such as "My daughter is so smart, she learns things quickly," she wished she could find a hole to hide in.

...It's a bit embarrassing, the kind of embarrassment that comes from having a cheat and still being praised for being talented.

Then she thought again, at least her hard work in her previous life was real, and her master in her previous life also praised her talent in cooking.

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan felt much more at ease - after all, she was the one who turned on the cheat device for herself, so she didn't feel too guilty!

While I was daydreaming, a string of plump, big-bellied dumplings had already been placed beside me - most of them were white, but there were a few emerald green ones.

When they were halfway through wrapping the dumplings, they heard hurried footsteps in the yard outside. Along with the footsteps came Su Xuanhe's loud voice: "Mother! Sister! Little sister! I'm back!"

Su Qingluan turned her head and shouted into the yard, "My throat has reached my body before my body has reached it - why is Dad all wet?" The latter part was directed at Su Guangfu.

Su Guangfu shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that the raincoat is broken. I'll go fix it later."

Yang also turned around at this time and said, "Is it raining again in town?"

"Isn't it?" Su Xuanhe said in an exaggerated tone, "The rain is so heavy! It's like a curtain!"

Su Qingluan thought her brother actually had a talent for acting, and asked with a smile, "Then why didn't you get wet?"

"Of course, my father gave me the good raincoat. Mine is broken..." Su Xuanhe scratched his head.

While they were talking, Yang had already brought out a bowl: "Boss, drink this ginger soup quickly, and then go change into clean clothes, don't catch a cold!"

Su Qingluan was a little surprised: "Mother, how did you conjure up a bowl of ginger soup so quickly?"

"I'm not a god or bodhisattva, how could I change?" Yang blew carefully on the bowl of ginger soup in her hand, "This ginger foam is the leftover from seasoning the meat stuffing just now. There's hot water in the pot for cooking dumplings, so just rinse it with ginger - be careful of the burns." The latter sentence was said to Su Guangfu.

Su Guangfu nodded, blew a few breaths on the ginger soup to lower its temperature, tilted his head back and drank it, then handed the bowl to Yang and went into the house to change his clothes and repair his raincoat.

Su Qingluan saw Su Xuanhe come out after changing his clothes and shouted, "Su Xiaoer, go peel the garlic and mash it into garlic paste!"

Their family doesn't have the tradition of "gentlemen stay away from the kitchen". Besides his younger sister being too young, Su Xuanhe must develop the habit of helping with housework from a young age! Su Qingluan muttered to herself.

"I'm not Su Xiaoer, my name is Su Xuanhe!" Although he had a sour face, little Su Xuanhe still went to peel garlic obediently.

Su Qingluan laughed at this. "Ever since this little brother went to study with Master Zhou, I haven't seen any academic progress in the past few days, but he does seem to have more baggage than before." The most obvious thing is that he's increasingly repelled by nicknames like "Er Zhuang" and "Su Xiaoer."

"Oh, you haven't learned much, but your bad habits are getting worse," Su Qingluan said with a forced smile, "Did you memorize the book Master Zhou asked you to memorize this time? Recite it to me after dinner!"

Although Su Qingluan did not want to take over the job of "tutoring homework" which was not conducive to stabilizing blood pressure, considering the literacy level of other people in the family, Su Qingluan could only reluctantly take over this troublesome job.

Sure enough, after hearing Su Qingluan's words, Su Xuanhe no longer cared about making a sour face. He quickly finished the garlic paste and quickly wanted to go into the house to recite the lesson, but was surprised and asked, "Little sister? What are you doing here? Planting mushrooms?"

"Hmph! I hate my brother too!!" The little girl who was still making a fuss decisively launched a group attack.

Su Xuanhe, innocently implicated, was filled with questions: "???" Was the way he came home today wrong? Why was his usually sweet little sister so fierce?

Su Qingluan said: She was busy making dumplings and she didn't know anything.

Soon, the dumplings were wrapped. Most dumplings were the most common shape, with the two sides of the dumpling wrapper simply closed, but considering her little sister who was currently arguing with her, Su Qingluan put some extra effort into making a few dumplings.

After a while, the dumplings were put into the boiling pot one by one. Su Qingluan kept pushing the white and green dumplings gently with a long-handled spoon to prevent them from sticking together or sinking to the bottom of the pot.

Yang watched as Su Qingluan cooked dumplings by herself without any problem, then turned around to set the tableware and various seasonings.

Slowly, the dumplings in the pot floated up one by one and floated on the surface.

Su Qingluan added a little cold water to suppress the splashing water, and looked at the skin of the dumplings - it was a thick white color, which meant it was not cooked enough.

After pressing the water splash twice, the white dumpling skin has become slightly transparent, and the dark green color of the fennel can be slightly seen inside. The green dumplings also take on a crystal clear color that seems to be becoming transparent.

Su Qingluan knew that these dumplings were fully cooked, so she placed them on five different plates.

Although the five plates are all white and green and look very nice, the shapes of two dumplings on the plates served to the younger brother and sister are particularly different - they are in the shape of three leaves, one white and one green, which are very unique.

There are two of them, neither more nor less, and they are both a pair of "maverick" dumplings, very conspicuous.

In fact, there are various ways to make dumplings, but Su Qingluan, considering her proficiency in making dumplings and the speed of each method, decided to be lazy and just make three dumplings with slightly different shapes.

A child's temper is like a summer shower; it comes quickly and goes even faster.

When Su Xuanhe first came back, Su Xueyan was still hiding in a corner, planting mushrooms. But when the aroma of dumplings wafted into the air, the little girl was already sitting at the table, her eyes fixed on her.

So, the two little ones naturally noticed that today's dumplings were different from before in both color and shape.

“The dumplings are green!”

“This is the first time I’ve seen green dumplings!”

The two children were amazed as if they had discovered a new world, staring at the green dumplings in amazement.

"And these two dumplings look like leaves!"

"No, it looks like a flower!"

"I said it looked like leaves!"

“Just like a flower!”

The two little ones started arguing over the shape of the dumplings, and Su Guangfu was obviously a little hungry. He picked up a white flour dumpling at random and put it into his mouth without even bothering to dip it in vinegar.

"Dad, slow down—" Su Qingluan quickly spoke out to stop him.

However, it was too late. A stream of soup gushed out of the dumpling filling and directly washed Su Guangfu's face...