"This guy was thinking about making dumplings for you, so he poured all the flour into the vat."
Fortunately, the water in the jar was clean, and with some more flour, we could still make a whole meal.
There's just too much food; we can't finish it all at home, so we'll have to send it to the cafeteria later.
It's really heartbreaking to see so much flour wasted.
Xie Lin's mind went blank, and he couldn't quite grasp the idea. "Shishi is going to make dumplings for me?"
"Yes, Shishi's dumplings are so pretty! Egg Mom said she'll make dumplings for Stinky Egg when he comes back. Shishi, remember that."
She raised her white, sticky hands. "But there's not enough flour; it can't be used to make dumplings."
"Stinky Egg, what should we do? It can't make dumplings, so Corpse can't make dumplings for you to eat."
Wow, so you knew you couldn't make dough if you didn't have enough flour.
Why didn't you use less water?
Xie Lin didn't know whether to be pleased that the little girl remembered him or to be annoyed by her tendency to throw bombs out of thin air.
He sighed.
"Shishi, you can tell me what you want to do first, or tell Egg Mom first, and we will teach you."
"Look, now that we've lost all the flour, we can't make dumplings, and we might even waste it. Wasting food is a very wrong thing to do."
"You're still young and don't understand many things, so let's not do them. You just need to be responsible for playing and having fun with your friends every day. You don't need to do these things anymore, okay?"
"The dumplings made by the corpse are very pretty."
Little Shishi looked miserable, unable to accept the fact that she didn't know how to knead dough.
She clearly understood it, and her beautiful brain remembered it, so why can't she do it the way she remembered it?
Does that mean that beautiful brains have become outdated and no longer smart?
Or has her beautiful brain just disappeared again?
Upon realizing this possibility, the corpse nervously raised its hand to grab its hair, smearing the paste all over its head.
Originally, it was just dry flour that could be patted off, but now it's a combination of dry and wet, so you can only wash your hair or wait for it to dry and then rub it off.
"Hey, look, look! Is Shishi's pretty brain still there? Is it still there?"
His face was full of anxiety and worry; he was practically on the verge of bursting into tears.
She was in a hurry to leave and hadn't even looked in the mirror.
I was planning to make dumplings and then call Chou Dan to eat them, and then look in the mirror.
Xie Lin said expressionlessly, "Yes, it's very beautiful, the most beautiful in the compound."
One second they're talking about dumplings, the next they're talking about brains.
A god-like thought process, capable of traversing vast distances in a single thought.
Whether it's there or not, it's all the same; after all, the only function of the head is to increase height.
This sarcastic remark made Zhang Tong laugh, and he didn't feel so bad about the flour anymore.
This also made the corpse laugh, and the cloudy sky cleared up.
Xiao Dan brought back two buckets of water, and Zhang Tong quickly took out a towel to wash the furry boy's face.
The pet started wailing before the wet, wrung-out towel even got close.
"No, it's smelly, it's smelly."
Zhang Tong was puzzled. "What stinky?"
"The water smells bad, Shishi doesn't want it to wash her face."
Zhang Tong frowned, not quite understanding why her child was so resistant to washing his face with plain water every day.
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