Mrs. Yin and Mrs. Huo were making dumplings with An Xin and Wang Feng. Mrs. Yin had made dumplings before when she returned to the An family, but this was Mrs. Huo's first time.

"Don't underestimate the dumpling wrapper. It's actually very particular. The wrapper can't be too thick or too thin. After the dumplings are wrapped, they need to be cooked in a pot. If the wrapper is too thin, it will easily turn into noodle soup."

"Also, you can't put too little or too much filling. If you put too little, it won't taste like anything, but if you put too much, it will easily burst..."

An Xin taught and tried. Mrs. Huo nodded after listening and looked at Wang Feng next to her, who was rolling out the dumpling wrappers properly.

It looked like an easy job, especially for Wang Feng who did it very skillfully. A small ball of dough seemed to come alive in her hands, and in a short while she rolled it into a dumpling wrapper that was neither too thick nor too thin. An Xin picked up the filling with chopsticks and pinched it with both hands to make a very beautiful dumpling.

But after Mrs. Huo tried it herself, she found that nothing was easy.

She put a lot of effort into it, but in the end the dumpling wrappers were still thin and some even had holes in them.

"Hahaha..." Wang Feng laughed after reading it, but he didn't mean to laugh.

"It seems that you city people don't know everything. At least we roll out dumpling wrappers better than you."

Mrs. Huo and Mrs. Yin were also two very carefree and easy-going ladies. They did not get angry when they heard the teasing, but responded with a smile.

"That's right. We can only drink tea. We really don't know how to do this kind of delicate work."

Wang Feng taught Mrs. Huo how to roll out dumpling wrappers, chatting with her as she taught.

"I used to hear people say that city dwellers and the rich in the city were so amazing and could do everything. I was so envious back then."

Mrs. Huo was at a loss for words: "We all have strengths and weaknesses. There's nothing special about us."

Rich people may be good at making money, but they know nothing about doing small and delicate work, while poor people are the opposite.

Wang Feng said it many times, and Mrs. Huo rolled out dozens of waste dumpling wrappers. Finally, on the 30th one, she rolled out one that was neither too thick nor too thin, just the right size.

An Xin took it and looked at it, and it was indeed OK.

She returned the chopsticks to Mrs. Huo and said, "Now do you want to try making dumplings?"

"good."

Mrs. Huo came over quickly.

An Xinxin took a dumpling wrapper and started teaching how to make dumplings. Although Mrs. Huo was not smart, she was also learning very seriously.

It’s too difficult, it’s really too difficult.

An Xin pinched the folds of the dumplings so well, hers are so ugly.

Women like to talk about something when they are busy. An Xin and her have only known each other for a short time, and they don’t have many common topics between best friends. The only person they can mention is Lin Yin.

"Anmei, where are you two considering letting Yinyin go to?"

An Xin smiled and said, "Lin Han has gone abroad to study. Yin Yin wants to go to Beijing, and we support her. She can do whatever she wants."

Mrs. Huo was delighted when she heard this. She just wanted Lin Yin to be admitted to a university in Beijing so that she could see her future daughter-in-law every day.

So, Mrs. Huo began to brainwash her frantically: "We have many good universities in Beijing, such as Tsinghua University and Peking University, and..."

Mrs. Huo listed many schools in one breath, and finally concluded: "I have already asked about them all. They are all really good. Yinyin has good grades, so any of them will be fine."

An Xin thought it was quite good and nodded.