The whole family washed their hands, gathered around the table and made dumplings.
Yan Funing first rolled the dough into thin strips, pinching out small, irregular balls. Then she spread the balls thinly, scooped a small spoonful of sugar and sesame seeds into them, wrapped them up, and rolled them into balls.
She demonstrated it once, and Fu Ciyi and Fu Nanyao quickly got the hang of it.
Fu Beimo didn't wrap it very well at the beginning, so his movements were slow.
Since Wan Niang couldn't see, she was responsible for spreading out the small ball of flour. When her youngest son rolled out a glutinous rice ball, she would roll it into a new one.
The whole family worked together and the dumplings were quickly made.
Yan Funing sprinkled some glutinous rice flour into the bowl, put the formed dumplings in and rolled them.
Fu Beimo was surprised: "What is sister-in-law doing?"
"Roll it and it will be round and clumpy." Yan Funing smiled playfully, "Also, it won't stick together when you cook it later."
Wan Niang praised: "How clever!"
Some hair fell from her forehead and Yan Funing wiped it with the back of her hand.
Because I had grabbed some glutinous rice flour, the powder got on my forehead when I rubbed it.
Fu Beimo's eyes were bright and he saw it.
"Brother, quickly wipe my sister-in-law's forehead."
Fu Ciyi pretended not to hear and walked out of the hall with one hand behind his back.
Yan Funing definitely didn't dare ask someone to wipe her forehead, so she said to Wan Niang, "Mom, it's getting late. I'm going to cook the dumplings."
Wan Niang: "Okay, then I'll wait for the meal."
Yan Funing carried the basin of glutinous rice balls to the kitchen. When she reached the door, Fu Ciyi came out just in time after washing his hands.
The two of them stood at the door for a long time, taking turns to give way to each other.
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