——The dough needs to be “rested three times and kneaded three times”.
That is, knead the dough again after each proofing period to make it softer and more elastic. The proofed dough is divided into small pieces, rolled into long strips, and then cut into small pieces of uniform size with a knife.
Ye Qingliu picked up the rolling pin and gently turned his wrist, and sheets of evenly thin and thick dumpling skins were born in his hands.
——His movements were smooth and flowing, as if he was completing a work of art.
Next, it’s time to make dumplings.
Ye Qingliu deftly picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper, gently spread it out on the palm of his hand, then picked up a small ball of filling with chopsticks and placed it precisely in the center of the wrapper.
His fingers flew, first folding the dumpling wrapper in half, pinching the edges tightly, and then carefully pinching out a circle of delicate lace.
After a while, the plump, tempting and perfectly shaped dumplings were neatly arranged on the chopping board, like delicate crescents with an attractive luster.
——In comparison, the dumplings made by Yan Yu... are hard to describe.
He pinched the dumpling skins clumsily, and either put too much or too little filling. The dumplings he pinched were either flat or puffed up like small buns, with crooked edges, as if they had been gnawed by a dog.
Ye Qingliu took a look and couldn't help laughing: "Are you here to make trouble?"
Yan Yi: “…”
——Being rejected.
But he stubbornly continued wrapping them, mumbling, "At least...it's edible..."
Ye Qingliu shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to him, and continued to focus on his "artwork".
In the kitchen, warm light shone on the two of them, the water in the pot was bubbling with steam, and occasionally the sound of distant fireworks could be heard outside the window.
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