When Lin Yian was in school, his handwriting was quite neat and beautiful, but after he started working, he instantly turned into a social animal.
Efficiency becomes the first priority, and of course it is enough as long as the handwriting is understandable.
When I was doing the test paper, I was thinking about writing neatly, but later I lacked patience while writing.
The handwriting is naturally... Anyway, I can understand it!
"Brother Ze, what are you looking at... Hey, was this paper written by you, Comrade Xiaolin?"
Fang Chiyou picked up the paper from the table and took a look at it: "The paper is not bad, but the handwriting needs more practice."
Lin Yian snatched the paper back from Fang Chi: "Thank you Comrade Fang for your guidance. I will definitely practice calligraphy more diligently when I return."
Ji Zebai heard that the little girl's way of addressing Fang Chi had changed.
The little girl is quite fickle.
Lin Jiancheng patted Fang Chi on the shoulder and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to pack your luggage first."
Fang Chi picked up the luggage on the ground and walked out with Lin Jiancheng and Ji Zebai.
When Ji Zebai walked to the door and lifted the curtain, he noticed that the little girl behind him was still looking at the paper.
Looks a bit sad...
Was Fang Chi's words just now too direct? The little girl is really too delicate.
Ji Zebai lifted the door curtain and walked out.
Lin Yian confirmed it again. The font on the test paper was a bit ugly, but it was understandable.
Let’s see later if the eldest brother is willing to copy an extra copy. By then, we can’t let the younger brothers prolong the exam time just because they waste time reading the characters because their handwriting is ugly.
Why not ask my second brother if he is willing to practice calligraphy...
Wang Juan had never thought that her eldest son would have two such outstanding comrades-in-arms.
Fang Chi talked much more than Ji Zebai, and he was sweet-mouthed and good-looking, which made Wang Juan, the old mother, smile.
There happened to be some flour left over from lunch, so Wang Juan kneaded the flour and planned to make dumplings for dinner.
Lin Yian happily put aside the half-finished test paper, washed his hands, and went to the main room to help Fan Zhu and Wang Juan make dumplings.
As for Lin Jianbin and a few others, they were still studying hard with their books, and even Lin Jianhua was no exception.
They didn’t pay much attention to their studies during the winter break. After all, the quality of the questions had already been recognized, and if they failed the test...
So embarrassing!
"Ah Ci's dumplings are so pretty!"
Wang Juan moved quickly, and soon the bamboo plate on the table was filled with half of the plump white dumplings.
Fan Zhu wrapped the dumplings in her hand and placed them on the bamboo plate: "How did Ah Ci come up with the idea of making dumplings this way?"
Lin Yian wrapped the dumplings in the shape of little rabbits, and pressed two sesame seeds on them as eyes. After wrapping them, he placed them on a bamboo plate. He felt a little itchy on his face and couldn't help but rub it with his hand.
"I figured it out myself before, and I thought it looked better this way."
When I was in college, there was a dumpling restaurant near the school. In the winter, it was too busy and would hire students to work part-time.
She learned this skill from the aunties in a dumpling restaurant because she worked part-time in the restaurant every year during her four years in college.
This aunt taught her a little, that aunt taught her a little, and before she knew it, she could make many kinds of dumplings.
Purely handmade and without the help of any tools, her speed in making these special-style dumplings can barely catch up with the aunties in the dumpling restaurant.
As he spoke, Lin Yian had another hedgehog-shaped dumpling in his hand.
There wasn't much left in the basin, so Fan Zhu and Wang Juan each took a ball and started learning.
Lin Yi'an slowed down his work: "Wrap the body first, then the rabbit. Leave a little more surface on the head so that it will be easier to pull out the ears..."
After a while, a few strange dumplings appeared on the bamboo plate.
"Mom, the water is already boiling over there, we can put the dumplings in the pot any time."
Wang Juan stuffed a few weird dumplings onto the edge of the bamboo plate, then swept up the flour scattered on the table and put it back into the basin.
"They're ready. Jiancheng, A'ci, you two can take these two plates to the kitchen."
"good."
Wang Juan poured the remaining flour back into the flour bag and chatted with Fan Zhu: "An Guo came back today with a gloomy face. These old educated youth in our village are not easy to deal with..."
Lin Yian put on his shoes, picked up the smaller plate and followed Lin Jiancheng towards the kitchen.
Lin Jiancheng and Lin Yian placed the bamboo plates on the stove.
Seeing the two plates of dumplings that were very different from the usual ones, Lin Anmin wiped his hands with a rag and carefully picked up a big-eared, weird-looking dumpling.
"What's this?"
"The rabbit was made by my aunt."
Lin Anmin swallowed back the words "This rabbit is like a mouse" that he was about to say.
Lin Anmin carefully put the "big rabbit" in his hand into the boiling pot. Looking at the various dumplings on the bamboo plate, he had some idea of what his wife was doing.
But...will it taste better if wrapped like this?
Lin Yian felt a little sorry when he saw the dumplings wrapped into the shape of little ducks tumbling up and down in the boiling water.
It would look better if I could use vegetable and fruit juices to make noodles of different colors, but that’s not possible now.
At dinner, Fang Chi praised the sauerkraut and meat dumplings and the cabbage, egg and vermicelli dumplings made by Wang Juan.
"Auntie, your cooking skills are so great. If I had known, I would have been the first one to come back with Jiancheng, and would not have let the captain get ahead."
Ji Zebai paused and glanced at Fang Chi who was eating voraciously beside him.
He is really promising. If I had a camera, I would take a picture of him now and bring it back to show Aunt Fang.
Wang Juan smiled as if she was five years younger. She picked up a pair of unused chopsticks and put a few more dumplings in Fang Chi's bowl. "If it tastes good, eat more. Auntie will make sure you are full."
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