Last time, the dumplings Yingying made all broke apart when they were boiled, resulting in a small pot of soup made from the dumpling skins and filling.
Although Jiang Xiangyang loved eating this kind of food, Yingying was still somewhat disappointed.
Zhou Qiqi and Deng Cuixiang put their heads together and decided to make steamed dumplings today. They chopped up the beef and used it as filling with diced shiitake mushrooms and chopped carrots.
Just as the first batch was almost ready, Xiangyang, that mischievous little rascal, darted to the kitchen doorway, drawn by the aroma.
But I don't know where he climbed that tree again. He was all dirty, covered in mud and grass clippings.
Deng Cuixiang frowned, picked up a rolling pin and waved it at him, shouting at the top of her lungs.
"What are you doing! You're all dirty! Don't come in! Go home and change into clean clothes, and while you're at it, have your brother call you over for dinner!"
Jiang Xiangyang immediately stood up straight, raised his hand to give a not-so-standard military salute, and shouted crisply, "Yes, sir!" before running off like a gust of wind.
Who would have thought that less than a minute later, that dusty little face peeked out from the door frame again, its eyes sparkling as it spoke.
"Mom, Aunt Zhou, Aunt Zhu, if there are any with broken skin, remember to save some for me to eat!"
"Okay! Okay!"
Deng Cuixiang smiled and agreed, then turned to Zhu Yingying.
"This kid has always loved eating dumplings with broken skins, soup and all! So Yingying, you really don't need to be so worried!"
Zhu Yingying was still worried, her eyes fixed on the steamer, her hands rubbing against her apron.
If Zhou Qiqi and Deng Cuixiang hadn't stopped her, she probably would have lifted the pot lid ten times in a minute.
However, this time I made steamed dumplings, instead of boiling them in water, I heated them with steam, and not a single one broke.
However, Zhu Yingying was afraid of the dumplings breaking, so she didn't dare to put too much filling in them. The steamed dumplings she made were all long and thin, which looked rather "thin" compared to the round dumplings made by Deng Cuixiang and Zhou Qiqi.
Even so, looking at the perfectly steamed dumplings, Zhu Yingying couldn't help but smile, her eyes brimming with joy.
It was tough on Jiang Xiangyang; when he heard there would be no dumpling soup today, the little guy let out a huge sigh.
However, when I sat down with Zhouzhou to eat dumplings...
Xiangyang was quite happy to see the perfectly intact steamed dumplings, and even took the big dumplings from his bowl to show off to Zhouzhou.
This made Zhou Qiqi feel that this kid probably didn't really like eating "dumpling soup," but just didn't want to upset the adults who made dumplings with broken skins.
This child can be truly mischievous when he's naughty, but he can also be truly sensible when he's sensible.
It was jumping around in front of Zhouzhou and even stealing pieces of skin that fell out of her bowl to eat.
But she also knew to practice saying "dumplings," "vinegar," and "chili" with Zhouzhou over and over again.
Looking at Jiang Xianghai, he sat quietly to the side, holding a steamed dumpling in his left hand and flipping through the "Junior Science" magazine with his right. His eyes were fixed on the pages, completely immersed in the world of knowledge, as if the noise around him had nothing to do with him.
The three children each had their own unique appearance, yet they were all so well-behaved that they didn't cause their parents any worry.
But things weren't so peaceful in the neighboring yard.
Qiu Chunfang managed to borrow ten eggs from Sister Wang's house and made egg sauce noodles.
Zhao Yaozu was initially waiting eagerly, but as soon as the aroma of the beef dumplings wafted over, he immediately started making a fuss.
Her little face turned bright red as she cried and screamed.
"I don't want eggs! Eggs smell like chicken poop! I want meat! I want meat!"
His voice was so loud that it could be heard clearly throughout the entire courtyard.
"Hey, it's starting again. There's never a day of peace. It's going to last for a while, at least half an hour."
Zhou Qiqi picked up a steamed dumpling, took a bite, and heard the sound, so she sighed helplessly.
But who would have thought that Zhao Yaozu would only make a fuss for a few minutes before falling silent?
Zhou Qiqi felt a chill run down her spine when she recalled Qiu Chunfang's greedy eyes peeking out of the window when she left the Wang family's house earlier that day.
She put down her chopsticks, lowered her voice, and told Deng Cuixiang and Zhu Yingying everything she had heard that morning.
Upon hearing this, Deng Cuixiang's face instantly darkened. She slammed her chopsticks on the table with a "bang," stood up abruptly, and her voice was full of anger.
"What?! Sister Mei is such a good person! She finally found a way to make a living, and they still want to take it from her! No way! We have to go and reason with Sister Wang!"
He started to walk towards the door.
Zhou Qiqi reacted quickly and grabbed her.
"Hey, no, no, no, if you try to reason with them like that, Sister Wang and Grandma Wang will definitely be unhappy, and they might really stop letting Sister Da Mei help sell flowers."
Deng Cuixiang realized she had acted impulsively, so she plopped back down in her chair and sighed heavily.
"What should we do then? We can't just stay silent! Sister Da Mei is practically one of our sisters."
Zhou Qiqi patted her shoulder to comfort her.
"Don't worry, I've already spoken frankly with Sister-in-law Wang. It's up to her family to decide what to do. After all, the flowers belong to them, and we can't force them to do anything."
Although Zhu Yingying hadn't had much contact with Zhao Damei, she was observant and couldn't help but speak up.
"You should also tell Sister Mei about this, so she'll be prepared. Otherwise, if it's too sudden, I'm afraid it will upset her..."
Deng Cuixiang gritted her teeth and said.
"In case, I mean in case Sister Wang really makes a mistake, then let Sister Da Mei sell pickles with me."
Zhou Qiqi shook her head in disagreement.
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