Chapter 35 Making Dumplings (2)

"Come on, wash your hands and come over to make dumplings." Mu Qingxin brought over a bowl of dumpling stuffing. Fortunately, there were two free laborers, otherwise it would take a long time to make such a big bowl of dumpling stuffing.

"Okay, okay, let's make dumplings." Dongfang Ling happily went to wash her hands. Ou Xuemei's face was also full of excitement. She had never helped before, this was the first time.

In an instant, Dongfang Ze was left standing there awkwardly. Could it be that he wanted to cover it too? Dongfang Ze wondered uncertainly.

"Brother Dongfang, aren't you going to wash your hands? Go wash your hands quickly. We can eat right after we finish wrapping them." Mu Qingxin said with a smile, a cunning glint in her eyes, implying: If you don't wrap them, you won't have anything to eat!

"Brother, go wash your hands quickly, let's make dumplings together." Dongfang Ling is a man who really wants to trick his brother.

Dongfang Ze, of course, understood Mu Qingxin's implication. He also wanted to try the dumplings described in the book, so he obediently washed his hands and started making them. Fortunately, he didn't let the shadows come, otherwise, he would lose face as the master.

"Look at my technique. First, take a piece of dumpling wrapper and place it on your left hand. Then, take a spoonful of filling and pinch it tightly. That's it." Mu Qingxin demonstrated it to everyone.

"Baby, look at what mommy made." Ou Xuemei excitedly showed her daughter the dumplings she made.

"Uh, what is this?" Mu Qingxin looked at it carefully.

"Auntie, you look like a pile of poop," Dongfang Ling said quickly.

"." Ou Xuemei looked stiffly at the "baba" in her hand, feeling greatly shocked.

Seeing her mother's distressed look, Mu Qingxin comforted her, "No, no, it's your first time making these. This is already great. At least the edges are pinched tightly, so they won't fall apart when you put them in the pan. It's great, Mom."

Dongfang Ling also realized it at this time and said, "Yes, yes, Auntie made it very well. Look at my brother, he is so clumsy that he even crushed the dumpling wrappers and still can't wrap them."

Dongfang Ze, who was struggling with the dumpling wrappers, was instantly defeated by his own sister. Receiving the disgusted looks from the three people, Dongfang Ze calmly put down the dumpling wrappers in his hand that had become dough again, and smiled, "It seems that I really can't do the job of making dumplings. Let's not waste the dumpling wrappers. You guys make them." After that, he went to wash his hands, then sat on the sofa and picked up the teacup to drink tea.

Mu Qingxin looked at the leisurely Dongfang Ze, then looked at the unsightly dumpling wrappers, and decisively gave up and let Dongfang Ze continue making dumplings.

"Xinxin, do you think my bag looks good?" Dongfang Ling picked up her bag and showed it to Mu Qingxin excitedly.

"Yeah, it looks good." This is "Daddy" No. 2.

"Baby, how is Mommy's wrapping this time?"

"Great." This is "Daddy" number three.

Looking at the "dumplings" that were too ugly to look at, Mu Qingxin felt a little sorry for them. They were really too ugly, and were really in lumps.

For a moment, the room was filled with the surprised voices of Dongfang Ling and Ou Xuemei. The dumplings they made looked more and more like "dumplings", while Dongfang Ze was reading quietly on the side.

After less than ten minutes of wrapping, their interest slowly waned. Mu Qingxin looked at the half-eaten dumpling filling and wrappers, thought for a moment, and said with a smile, "I'll sing you a dumpling-making song. It's very funny."

"Great, great!" Dongfang Ling shouted in support, and Ou Xuemei also perked up. Although Dongfang Ze on the side did not move, he pricked up his ears.

"Fried radish, fried radish, cut

Apply some oil, sprinkle some salt and apply some filling

Making dumplings and rolling out the dough

Roll out the dough and fill it with filling to make dumplings

Make dumplings, make dumplings, pinch them

Put it in the pot, cover and cook the dumplings

Boil dumplings and make them delicious

Serve dumplings with good ingredients and eat dumplings

Stir-fried radish, chopped radish

Apply some oil, sprinkle some salt and apply some filling

Making dumplings and rolling out the dough

Roll out the dough and fill it with filling to make dumplings

Make dumplings, make dumplings, pinch them

Put it in the pot, cover and cook the dumplings

Boil dumplings and make them delicious

Serve dumplings with good ingredients and eat dumplings"

"Haha, make dumplings, make dumplings, pinch, pinch." Everyone quickly learned the catchy song. Dongfang Ling and Ou Xuemei were making dumplings while singing the song "Making Dumplings". The atmosphere in the room was unprecedentedly harmonious.

Dongfang Ze looked at the three people making dumplings, smiled and shook his head, his eyes swept over to Mu Qingxin who was smiling sweetly, a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that a person who had been stupid for fifteen years would regain his sanity one day, and he would know so many things. Ha, interesting.

Half an hour later, all the dumplings were wrapped, and Mu Qingxin had boiled the water. "Okay, go wash your hands. I'm going to put the dumplings in. We'll be eating soon."

"Okay, I want to eat the dumplings I made later!"

"I also eat the ones I make myself. I didn't know dumplings are so simple."

Mu Qingxin looked at the dumplings in the pot and said, "Haha, your dumplings are dead, don't cry later."

"Are you ready?"

Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice came from behind Mu Qingxin. She turned her head and saw Dongfang Ze standing behind her. "It will be ready soon. Please help me take a look. I will make the sauce." Mu Qingxin handed the pot and spoon to Dongfang Ze, took out the sour fruit, and started to make the sauce.

"." Dongfang Ze looked at the smoking vessel helplessly, not knowing what to do. He felt a little regretful. He was just attracted by the fragrance. Was he wrong?

"When smoke appears, it means the pot is boiling. Open the lid and gently push from the inside out with a spoon, repeating in one direction. Wait until all the dumplings float up, and they'll be ready." Mu Qingxin lowered her head to busy herself with the work in her hands and explained to Dongfang Ze.

Dongfang Ze heard Mu Qingxin's words and had no choice but to do as she said.

Mu Qingxin made two juices, one sour and one spicy. Since she didn't have vinegar, she had to use sour fruit juice instead. She also added some other seasonings. The taste was okay. The spicy one was simple, as the interstellar chili peppers were quite strong and very satisfying.

"Okay, it's ready to be taken out of the pot." Mu Qingxin looked at the dumplings and found that they were cooked.

"." This girl ordered him around quite naturally, Dongfang Ze thought helplessly. In order to eat the delicious dumplings, he pretended not to hear the tone of the order.

"It smells so good!" Dongfang Ling and Ou Xuemei came out after washing their hands. As soon as they came out, they smelled the delicious smell of dumplings, and they quickly surrounded them.

Dongfang Ling was surprised to find that it was her brother who was next to Jiaozi. "Brother is so awesome."

"Pour it in here." Mu Qingxin handed the plates to Dongfang Ze. This set of plates was not made of ceramics, but glass. However, it was very sturdy, much better than the glass on Earth that would break if dropped.

Everyone got a plate, and there was still some left in the pot. Mu Qingxin scooped it all out, waiting for someone to take it away. She put the prepared sauce in the middle and said, "Okay, you can eat it. This one is sour, and this one is spicy. You can eat it with dumplings."

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