The seasoning is not complete and it doesn’t show your ability, so just force yourself to eat it!
Wen Xi carried the stuffing and Xiang Ye carried the basin, and they walked into the house.
When Aunt Mao saw this, she quickly rolled up the mat that was almost done, with a string hanging from her mouth:
"What are you cooking? I heard you two banging in the kitchen early this morning."
"Mom, we're having dumplings today. They're made by me, your daughter. Just watch me today!"
Gu Shengmo clapped his hands happily:
"Everything from Sister's is delicious."
Wen Xi looked at her most loyal little fan with a motherly smile, feeling extremely pleased.
We finished making the dumplings while laughing and joking.
Then Mao came to the kitchen with a string of little tails.
Even for something as boring as boiling water, they all stared at the stove intently. If this were a birthday cake, it would be like making a wish.
In fact, the brother and sister were indeed making a wish!
"Turn up the fire, turn on the water! Hurry up!"
Finally, watching the dumplings gradually float up in the boiling water, becoming plump and white, the unique aroma of dumplings also wafted away.
Not to mention the two children, even the two adults couldn't help but swallow several times.
Mao waved his hand:
"Hurry up and clean up the dishes, go back to the house and have dinner!"
With a bang, the three of them tacitly took their things back to the house and put them away.
The brother and sister sat there obediently, their eyes fixed on the door.
Xiangye went out to help serve the dumplings. When she came back, she saw this scene and didn't know whether to laugh or feel sad. She quickly put down the large basin and served a bowl to each of them.
"Eat quickly if you're hungry."
The two shook their heads in unison.
"Wait for mother."
Although his eyes were almost glued to the dumplings, he still maintained the minimum line of defense.
As an adult, Wen Xi despised herself, but as a seasoned foodie, she understood herself. Compared to the younger brother across from her, whose mouth was already leaking suspicious drops of water, she was much better.
After a while, Mao came in. Everyone felt like they were living in a different day.
"Hey, why haven't you eaten yet? It won't taste good when it's cold."
"The children are waiting for you to eat together." Xiangye explained!
"Are you getting impatient? Mom's back! Come eat! I'll go get another bowl of dumplings for Aunt Du. Let's take her meal time today and send some over so she doesn't have to make it herself."
Mao tried hard to explain, and Wenxi understood that she simply wanted to help Grandma Du. Wenxi could accept such kindness, because it was something she longed for. Doing good is a matter of great wisdom. Even if you don't expect gratitude in return, at least don't create a grudge. There's a profound understanding of the balance here.
But I don't know how to strike the right balance myself, so how can I teach others? I can only observe this Grandma Du at all times. If she has bad greedy thoughts, then I can only be the bad guy!
But if she always knows how to act, that would be the best. I am willing to help others in the best way I can.
The four of them ate the dumplings with their mouths full of oil. Xiangye kept praising Wenxi, saying that the oil residue was really delicious when eaten this way.
The sourness of the pickled cabbage perfectly neutralizes the greasiness of the oil residue, and the slight aroma of sesame oil makes it delicious when dipped in vinegar.
You had a bowl and I had a bowl. We ate until we were full. In the end, there were about twenty dumplings left. We couldn't eat any more, so we had to save them for soup or something in the evening.
The happier people are eating here, the sadder they are eating in the other room.
Mrs. Du stuffed dumplings into her mouth and muttered, "They're so delicious!"
When was the last time I ate dumplings? It seemed to take me a while to remember. It seemed to be my wedding, wasn't it? My bridesmaid brought me a bowl of dumplings, but I was a new bride at the time, so how could I possibly have the nerve to eat them like a real meal? I just shyly ate one dumpling, swallowing it whole, not even realizing what it tasted like.
Before the good days even began, her groom died in the bridal chamber that very night.
She became a widow before she even became a woman.
Her parents-in-law blamed her for not being a faithful wife and for using witchcraft to seduced her husband. Her parents also felt ashamed.
I don't know why everyone turned out like this one night. I really didn't do anything. Although I was embarrassed to talk about what happened in bed, I was lying there doing nothing. My husband just climbed on top of me, and then he started breathing rapidly and fell down.
No matter how he explained, no one listened, and he was even driven out of the north.
They've been living in the South for decades, right? They're already dead, right? I wonder if they thought about me before they died?
A bowl of dumplings has become a source of memories for Mrs. Du!
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