Cheng Baidong picked at his ear, pretending to rack his brains to think. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Oh, it seems like that happened. Oh dear, so many years have passed. It's amazing that you still remember. I had completely forgotten."

Fang Qiao crossed her arms and watched Cheng Baidong perform quietly without saying a word.

With no audience, Cheng Baidong could no longer continue his performance.

"Wife, let's not bring up that embarrassing past of being mistaken for a thief anymore. Give your husband some face." He put his arm around Fang Qiao's shoulder, reached out to touch Fang Qiao's face, and said to save face, "Oh, don't be so serious. Come on, wife, smile."

Fang Qiao reached out and slapped his hand away: "Stop talking nonsense. Go help your sister roll out the dumpling wrappers, otherwise you won't be able to wrap them properly by noon."

"Go, go, I'm going right now." Cheng Baidong supported her arm: "Be careful on the steps."

Once inside the kitchen, Xiaojing had already prepared the dumpling filling and kneaded the dough until it was almost ready. All that was left was to roll the round dough into a long strip.

Cheng Baidong asked Fang Qiao to sit down on the stool behind the stove, then walked to the tap to wash his hands, tied on a spare apron, and said, "Xiao Jing, come on, give me the rolling pin, I'll roll out the dumpling wrappers."

Xiaojing placed the dough on the cutting board and said, "Okay, big brother, you can do it. I'll wash these coins."

She filled the bowl with water and used a small brush to clean the coins little by little.

Cheng Baidong was used to making dumplings at home since he was a child. After getting the hang of it, he quickly rolled the dough into long strips of uniform thickness. Then he used a knife to cut the strips into dough pieces of the same size. Finally, he sprinkled flour on them and flattened them one by one by hand before he could start rolling them out with a rolling pin.

There were six people eating lunch, and the workload of making dumplings alone was huge. If Xiaojing was the only one doing the work, she would have to roll out the dough and fill the dumplings, and even if she had an hour, she would have a hard time finishing.

Now that Cheng Baidong is lending a hand, it will be much faster.

Cheng Baidong rolled out the dough, while Xiao Jing focused on wrapping the dumplings. They worked quickly, chatting and laughing as they went. Time flew by, and they didn't feel tired at all. In less than half an hour, they had wrapped all the dumplings.

Cheng Baidong watched as the dumplings went into the pot. While he was doing this, Xiao Jing sliced ​​the previously cooked pork belly into thin slices and stir-fried it with chili peppers to make a plate of twice-cooked pork. Finally, she made a plate of stir-fried eggs with chives, completing the two dishes.

With the food prepared, Fang Qiao went to the main room to call for people.

She knocked on the door first to let them know before pushing open the slightly ajar door to the main room.

Inside the room, Wang Yun and Gao Ping each sat on a small stool, barely keeping three feet apart. But their furtive glances, hesitant expressions, and blushing cheeks betrayed their unspoken feelings, revealing the deep affection that lingered between them.

Fang Qiao knew things were going well at a glance, so without asking how their conversation went, she smiled and said, "The dumplings are cooked, let's eat now. Wash your hands and let's eat."

The washbasin was next to the stove behind the door of the main room. Fang Qiao called to Gao Ping, "I can't bend over right now, Xiao Gao, come here and scoop half a spoonful of cold water into the washbasin, then add some hot water to wash your hands so they don't get cold."

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Gao Ping's ears were red, but Fang Qiao pretended not to see it. After he prepared the hot water, he called to Wang Yun, "Xiao Yun, come and wash your hands."

Wang Yun glanced at Gao Ping, then turned to look at Fang Qiao.

Fang Qiao winked at her and mouthed: Go quickly.

Wang Yun lowered his eyelids and slowly walked over.

Sure enough, while washing their hands, their hands accidentally bumped into each other. They looked at each other and both blushed deeply.

The catalyst for emotions—and here it is.

Fang Qiao watched with delight.

She secretly gave herself a thumbs up for her cleverness, thinking that it wouldn't be long before she, the matchmaker, would be able to enjoy the couple's wedding candy.

At lunchtime, Xiaojing marked the dumplings with coins inside, so they were cooked separately. In the end, everyone got one in their bowl, ensuring everyone shared in the festive spirit.

After dinner, Fang Qiao lent Gao Ping her bicycle so he could take Wang Yun ice skating at Mingyue Lake.

No sooner had Gao Ping and Wang Yun left on their bicycles than Chen Guizhi arrived at Fang Qiao's house for a visit.

Her face was full of gossip as she asked Fang Qiao, "I just saw Gao Ping riding a bike with a girl in front of my house? Is he dating someone?"

Fang Qiao smiled but didn't say anything.

Chen Guizhi understood; they were still in contact and nothing was decided yet.

She made a zipper-zipping gesture with her mouth: "I understand, I won't go out and tell anyone."

Fang Qiao poured her a cup of brown sugar water to treat her, and Chen Guizhi happily drank it all in one gulp, praising, "In the whole residential compound, your brown sugar water is the sweetest."

Fang Qiao pursed her lips and refilled her water bottle.

Looking at her large belly, Chen Guizhi sighed, "It's amazing that you can still walk around at such a big belly. In my village two years ago, there was a woman who was pregnant with twins, and her belly was about the same size as yours. She was bedridden and couldn't move after only eight months. Her belly was covered in stretch marks."

Fang Qiao looked down at her belly with a loving expression and said, "These two babies are very well-behaved and rarely bother me in the womb. Although they are twins, it's not too hard."

Chen Guizhi: "Do you have stretch marks on your stomach?"

"No," Fang Qiao shook her head. "I didn't get any tattoos during my two pregnancies."

"Your body is really good. You didn't get stretch marks even when you were pregnant with twins. When I was pregnant with my first child, Tingting, my belly was covered in stretch marks."

Li Dan, who lived just a wall away from her neighbor, came out of her house and overheard Fang Qiao and Chen Guizhi's conversation. Thinking about her belly, which was now swollen like a watermelon rind, she immediately felt a pang of jealousy.

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