"Indeed, she mixed the stuffing and I made the dumplings.
"But I didn't write such detailed information on the lunch box. I wonder how Mr. Wei found out?"
As Mr. Cen spoke, he glanced at Meng Yu, thinking that it must be this kid who told others about it.
Meng Yu quickly lowered his head and thought to himself, you didn’t say I can’t say it!
And why can't we say that the dumpling filling was mixed by Mrs. Ye? Could it be that the old man thought the dumplings were so delicious that he wanted to take credit for it?
Thinking of this, Meng Yu quickly shook his head and denied this possibility.
He had been with Mr. Cen for some years and knew very well that Mr. Cen was not that kind of person at all.
He is the only one who is willing to be a supporting role for others, but I have never seen him fight for other people's things.
"Master Cen, no one told me.
"But I'm not exaggerating, I can taste Mrs. Ye's cooking skills just by tasting it.
"I followed He Xuan here today specifically because of these dumplings."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ye hurriedly asked, "Mr. Wei, are you feeling unwell after eating?"
"Isn't it!" Wei Yan said this deliberately.
Sure enough, Mrs. Ye’s expression immediately became nervous.
"Why do you feel uncomfortable after eating? Do you want to see a doctor?"
"It's no use asking a doctor for this problem. You must be held responsible." Wei Yan said.
"Ah? What's the problem?" Mrs. Ye asked in confusion.
“He Xuan only gave me five dumplings in total.
"Five dumplings! What can you do with them?
“It was gone before I could even savor it!
"Sister Ye, you even made dumplings so delicious that I couldn't get enough.
"I couldn't even sleep during my nap today, tossing and turning, my mind was full of dumplings.
"Tell me, are you responsible for this?"
Mrs. Ye then realized that Mr. Wei was joking with her, and she immediately relaxed.
but.
"I'd like to cook more dumplings for you, but unfortunately I only brought a pot of dandelions with me, and now it's all gone. There's really no more for you to eat."
"What kind of special dish is this? Can't we buy it at the market?" Mr. Wei asked.
"It's not a special dish, but you need to go up the mountain to dig it up."
"Oh, the dumplings we had at noon were actually stuffed with wild vegetables?" Wei Yan became more and more interested and asked directly, "Sister Ye, have you ever thought about opening a dumpling shop in the capital?"
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