At dinner time, everyone had rested. Considering that there were so many people eating, it was definitely not good to let the older sisters do the work themselves, so all seven of them came down to help.
Fourth Sister Zheng Mo was wearing an apron, and the table was full of ingredients, but she was fiddling with a tripod and camera in front of her.
This whole situation left Zheng Wan completely bewildered. She had been without internet and power for who knows how long, so she wondered why her sister was still filming. She sincerely expressed her question.
Zheng Mo quickly set up the camera, turned around and smiled slyly, "You guys don't understand, do you? Anyway, we can't go anywhere now, so I'll shoot a few more videos. When we go back to work and everyone starts working again, I can go out and play!"
How farsighted my sister was! She recorded the footage in advance and uploaded it as soon as the internet was back online. Although Cheng Zhi and the others don't know when things will return to normal, my sister will definitely be the most relaxed one when that day comes.
As they were talking, Zheng Wan had already opened the refrigerator behind her and started rummaging through it. "You must have filmed a lot of videos these past few months, right? That's great. When the internet is connected, you'll be the first blogger on the entire internet to post videos."
Zheng Mo scratched his head shyly, "It's a pity that I've been slacking off and don't have much stock at all."
The others: "..." It's okay, saying it is the same as doing it.
Everyone started preparing, and Zheng Mo's camera also began operating.
It has to be said that cooking for more than a dozen people is really difficult; even making dumplings takes a long time.
Zheng Mo didn't want to lift a finger after Zheng Wan arrived; he only wanted to boss his younger sister around. Zheng Wan squatted on the ground, kneading dough with a large basin, huffing and puffing, "Where's the dough mixer you promised to buy?"
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because Zheng Mo got angry as soon as he did. "The package had already arrived at the Yudu City Central Transfer Station and was supposed to arrive at home the next day. Then there was a torrential downpour, and then nothing happened."
The people around were also busy washing vegetables and preparing seasonings, which Zheng Mo said would be added to the minced meat later.
Even so, Zheng Wan was still very resentful. She pointed at Qi Yanche and Chen Yiyi, who were washing vegetables, with her flour-covered fingers. "Why don't you ask those two men to do this kind of physical work? I don't want to knead the dough, I want to wash the vegetables too!"
Zheng Mo turned to look at the two boys, smiled and told them to continue, then turned back and squatted down to whisper to Zheng Wan, "These two boys are so good-looking, one is really handsome, and the other has such an upright air. Don't you have any other thoughts in your mind?"
Zheng Wan was initially confused, then seemed to realize something and hurriedly replied, "Of course I have other ideas!"
Zheng Mo laughed gossipily. She knew it! Zheng Wan was already in college, she was bound to be attracted to handsome guys. Before she could even ask which one she liked, Zheng Wan continued, "I just want them to knead the dough while I go wash the vegetables."
Zheng Mo was furious and powerless: "..."
This is absolutely speechless! Is this a problem with kneading the dough?!
Even after all that, Zheng Wan still didn't understand, which meant she was completely clueless. Zheng Mo gave up, sighed as he looked at Zheng Wan, added a little more water to the basin, and stood up.
In the end, two fillings were prepared: cabbage and pork, and corn and pork. Only Zheng Wan and Xiao Feiran among the girls knew how to make dumplings, while both boys did.
So the remaining few people learned to wrap dumplings as they went. Cheng Zhi was overwhelmed by the small dumpling wrappers in front of her. She couldn't wrap them at all. Either she put too much filling in or too little filling in. Or, even if she managed to wrap one, it would burst open as soon as she put it on the plate.
Looking at the oddly shaped dumplings in front of her, and then at the round dumplings that Qi Yanche had made next to her, each one looking like a little gold ingot, Cheng Zhi's anger flared up even more.
Cheng Zhi's fierce gaze seemed to be about to smash his dumplings flat on the spot. Qi Yanche quietly pushed the plate aside and said, "Making dumplings is a skill. It's normal that you can't make them well in a short time. Come on, let me demonstrate it for you again."
Qi Yanche reached out and took a dumpling wrapper, scooped out some meat filling, closed the wrapper and pinched a few pleats, and a dumpling was made.
Cheng Zhi watched very carefully. This time she was very confident. She didn't blink at all and memorized everything. She was sure she could succeed.
Then she failed again; as expected, she understood it in her mind but not in her hands.
Thinking about how Huang Yiyi was making dumplings for the first time, how come she did so smoothly? Cheng Zhi looked to the side and her jaw almost dropped.
This plate is full of oddly shaped things, including elixirs, snowmen, crosses, Ultraman, and so on.
Cheng Zhi asked very seriously, "What are you wrapping? Does it have filling inside?"
Huang Yiyi put down the half-finished product in her hand and proudly pointed ahead, "This is no longer a dumpling, it's a work of art! Of course, there's no filling inside, but it's full of the fragrance of art!"
Cheng Zhi: "..." If you don't know how to wrap a bag, then don't wrap it. Stop spouting nonsense.
The commotion successfully attracted everyone's attention, and Zheng Mo even held up his phone to take close-up photos of the strange-looking creatures.
Zheng Wan's head was throbbing with pain. "Whoever made these is responsible! You're going to eat all these dough balls later! If you don't, I'll beat you to death!"
"..." Huang Yiyi also wanted to eat the stuffed ones, so she started to argue, "Good things should be shared, I can't eat them all by myself."
Xiao Feiran looked at the cross on the plate, then glanced at Huang Yiyi, "Even Jesus would scold you for this. You should eat it all by yourself and don't share it with us, Amen."
Having been criticized by someone who knows how to make dumplings, Huang Yiyi had no choice but to turn her attention to Cheng Zhi. Cheng Zhi's dumplings were all leaking filling, so she certainly wouldn't criticize me.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Zhi hugged her plate of dumplings and backed away, saying, "Thanks for the invitation, but no need. I just... I just like to drink dumpling soup."
Everyone burst into laughter at the mention of dumpling soup, but Cheng Zhi still had some self-awareness.
Huang Yiyi: "..." Let's not talk about each other!
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