However, Li Xiangdong's influence has skyrocketed, and his status at home is now comparable to Li Jin's. Li Jin knew that Li Xiangdong would not agree to this, so he didn't say anything for a long time.

Li Xiangdong could tell what his father was thinking at a glance!

He pretended not to see Li Jin's hesitant expression and said to everyone, "Let's have fish wontons tonight!"

Everyone agreed to participate together.

Li Xiangdong saw a six- or seven-pound fish in the water tank, stunned it, removed its scales, head, and skin, sliced ​​off two thick pieces of fish meat, and chopped them into fish floss.

Li Zhen chopped scallions and ginger, soaked them in water for ten minutes, and then gradually added them to the fish paste.

Li Xiangdong directed from the side, "To make the fish filling tender and juicy, you have to control the amount of fish and water. Generally, add eight ounces of water to one pound of fish."

After stirring the water, the fish meat looked sticky. Li Xiangdong added salt and stirred clockwise until it became firm. Finally, he added egg white, cooking wine, and pepper.

"Alright, the fish filling is ready! Go to the yard and cut some chives, chop them into small pieces, mix them together, and then you can start wrapping!"

Zhao Sufang had also finished kneading the dough and started rolling out wonton wrappers using a rolling pin that was over a meter long and as thick as an adult's wrist.

First, roll it into a thin round sheet with a diameter of one meter, then fold it a few times, cut it vertically a few times, and finally make stacks of square wonton wrappers.

While his mother and the others were making wontons, Li Xiangdong fried the remaining fish head and bones in oil, added water to make soup, and then used the fish soup to cook the wontons.

Li Xiangdong asked Li Jin to start the fire, while he went inside to watch his mother and sister make wontons.

Then Li Zhen took a wonton wrapper, used chopsticks to place a lump of filling in the middle, folded it diagonally, pinched the two ends, and a large wonton was made.

Soon, two trays of wontons were wrapped, and the fish soup over Li Jin's side was boiling.

"It's ready to cook!" Li Jin shouted into the house.

Zhao Sufang carried the curtain with both hands, walked to the door curtain, lifted the curtain with her left elbow, turned her back, and walked backwards to protect the wontons in front of her, so that the curtain would not knock the wontons off the side.

The rain outside was falling even harder and heavier.

The water flow in front of the eaves grew stronger and stronger, and the water in the yard couldn't escape, soon forming a pool of water.

Li Yan insisted on going out to play in the water, and Li Jiabao and Li Ping were also eager to join in, but Li Xiangdong suppressed them with force.

Zhao Sufang sprinkled a little cold water into the pot of boiling water with a spoon, and did this several times. Soon, all the wontons floated to the surface.

"They're cooked! Time to get a bowl and serve the wontons!"

A moment later, a bowl of plump, white, steaming wontons was placed in front of one person on the table.

Take a bite of the wonton, and you'll find fresh chives, juicy fish, and chewy dough—it's so delicious!

Another sip of hot soup, so delicious, makes me feel so comfortable all over!

As Li Xiangdong was eating, he suddenly thought of a few lines of poetry from Dream of the Red Chamber.

A patch of spring chives turns green, and the fragrance of rice blossoms spreads for miles.

In prosperous times, there is no hunger or cold; why then is there the need for busy farming and weaving?