Mo Wennian had a good dream last night. Although he didn't do anything at night, Meng Chen still felt a little embarrassed.
It's like going back to your hometown and not being able to do anything shameful in front of your parents.
Although I don’t live with my family, it doesn’t affect me.
Early the next morning, Mrs. Lin told her that she was going to the old house for dinner, and Mo Wennian realized that he couldn't escape after all.
Sure enough, when Mo Wennian arrived at the old house, he saw everyone looking at them. Help, the awkward feeling came again.
"Um, where's breakfast?"
Mo Wennian really didn't want to cook. How could he let someone work so early in the morning?
As soon as Mo Wennian finished speaking, most of the younger generations sitting at the table turned their heads away embarrassedly, as if they were too embarrassed. Although Uncle Mo was also embarrassed, he felt overwhelmed when he saw that although the others around him turned their heads away, their eyes were still on him.
"That is... maybe... is it possible that we are waiting for you?"
Mo Wennian understood, but she didn't want to cook.
"We're here, just eat."
As long as she is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed! Yes, that’s right!
Uncle Mo's mouth twitched. No, he had already said so, why didn't Wen Nian take the bait!
It’s not that she doesn’t understand, it’s that she really doesn’t want to cook for a large family so early in the morning!
At this time, the little angel Meng Chen took action again.
Seeing Meng Chen take two steps forward, the Mo family's eyes lit up, as if they saw hope.
"Anian..."
As soon as Meng Chen opened his mouth, Mo Wennian felt that she was doomed. She would probably have to cook this meal whether she wanted to or not.
"Why don't you have your family make the pie together, and you just mix the filling."
He can barely do the job of kneading the dough. When the time comes, he will knead the dough and A Nian will mix the stuffing. If the family works together, it will definitely be quick.
When the Mo family heard that they could help, they thought, this is a perfect sense of participation! They are willing to do so.
Mo Wennian also looked over, and the whole family nodded in unison, they could do this job!
"Okay, then I'll go mix the filling and you guys go knead the dough."
Just don't let her work alone. Has she reached this point now? She feels like she's at work even though she's at home.
"Yeah!"
A few low cheers came from the Mo family, and it was obvious that they were having a great time.
Mo Wennian couldn't help but glared at them viciously.
A few of the younger generation chuckled awkwardly, but Uncle Mo and the others just smiled slightly. What's wrong with glaring? As long as they have food to eat, that's all!
Mo Wennian prepared three fillings, one with leeks and eggs, one with pork and green onions, and one with three fresh vegetables.
Two vegetarian dishes and one meat dish. The vegetarian dish is easier to cook, while the meat dish takes a little longer to cook.
Meng Chen had already started teaching them how to knead the dough outside. Mo Wennian put three large bowls of stuffing on the table. Even though it was just stuffing, the Mo family members were drooling at the delicious smell.
"Let's knead the dough first and then I'll teach you how to make pies."
Mo Wennian's words drew their attention back to the filling. He quickly kneaded a large lump of dough, then scooped a spoonful of filling, placed it in the middle, and kneaded it again and again until the filling was completely wrapped. Then he shaped the ball and pressed it into a flat circle.
"That'll do it. You guys do it and I'll go bake the pies."
After showing it around, Mo Wennian took the pie he had made away, but was stopped again before he entered the kitchen.
"Well, how about you put the template aside and we can do it?"
They just looked at it once, and still wanted to follow the standard answers for specific situations.
Mo Wennian: ...Okay.
Finally put his best pie back.
She is making a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and this time she is making a big pot!
Mo Wennian thought so and did it. The whole family was a glutton, and she was thinking about whether to cook two big pots. Thinking about their attack power yesterday, it really should not be underestimated.
Mo Wennian was busy in the kitchen, and Meng Chen was not idle outside either, helping this and that. It would not be a big deal if there was not enough stuffing, but the main thing was that this group of people wanted to eat more stuffing, so they put enough stuffing in each one, and the skin would break every time it was flattened.
Meng Chen felt it was too shameful to look at. Those with broken skins were not inedible, but they were difficult to handle.
"Don't put too much stuffing in it, or it will go bad and won't bake properly, so it will be wasted."
Meng Chen deliberately spoke very harshly to make them realize that it was wrong to do so.
Sure enough, the Mo family caught the key word: if the package was broken, it was bad and could not be eaten!
Later they were very careful, adhering to the principle of putting in less but not more. Meng Chen was very satisfied to see that the situation had improved and he could concentrate on making the pie.
After making ten pies, Mo Xiaoliu would give one to Mo Wennian. Mo Wennian had to keep an eye on the porridge and was afraid that the pies would be burnt.
Often, before one batch of pies is even finished baking, the next batch arrives.
"Mom, Grandpa asked Xiao Liu to ask when we can eat."
Mo Xiaoliu looked at Mo Wennian eagerly, and it was not difficult to see that she was also hungry.
"It may take a while. When Xiao Liu comes in next time, this pot of pancakes will be ready and we can serve it out. When that time comes, Xiao Liu, please bring an older uncle to serve the pancakes. Otherwise, it will be very hot."
Mo Wennian couldn't let Mo Xiaoliu get burned, she felt bad for her.
"Okay, Mom."
Mo Xiaoliu agreed obediently and told the good news to the people outside, and the Mo family worked even harder.
There were quite a few Mo family members, so why did they only send ten cakes at a time? Because at the beginning, they were so busy putting too much stuffing that there were not many that could be used.
Only after being lectured by Meng Chen did he speed up.
Not even a few minutes after Mo Wennian finished speaking, Mo Xiaoliu came in with the little boy who came to beg for food yesterday.
Mo Wennian: No, why is it so fast this time?
There were indeed a few pancakes that had already been baked, and Mo Wennian had placed them on a separate plate. Fortunately, the plate was big enough so that the edges were not all hot.
The boy took the plate, said thank you, and then took Mo Xiaoliu out.
Fortunately, they knew the importance of the food and gave one to Meng Chen, Mo Xiaoliu and Mo Xiaoyuan first. Meng Chen felt embarrassed to refuse, so Mo Xiaoliu and Mo Xiaoyuan hugged the food and started to chew on it.
A group of people were fighting over the remaining pie. Meng Chen saw with his own eyes that the pie was divided into eight pieces, but he didn't know how it was divided.
Anyway, the hot pie was eaten up in less than five minutes after it was served.
Ever since Mo Wennian found out how they ate the pies, he no longer asked them to take them out in advance. They had to eat together. With the way they were eating, no one would be able to eat their fill in the end.
Under the resentful gazes of the Mo family, Mo Wennian calmly returned to the kitchen. What a joke! How could she let them eat like hungry tigers? Of course not. Otherwise, what would she eat after cooking?
If you can't have enough food, just kill the cook! This is not right.
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