The tender corn, once in Chuchu's hands, looked as if it had been snatched from a mouse's mouth, all pitted and uneven.
neat:"……"
You're the little mouse, hmph!
Xiu Kaijie then said, "I think you'd better stop peeling corn and help me wash the cabbage instead."
neat:"???"
Something feels off. Oh well, I'd better leave.
The little chubby boy wobbled to his feet and then wobbled over to Qi Yu, who was staring at them like a statue.
Lan Qingyue, who had finally finished chopping the meat, shook her aching hands. Little Chu Chu had run off to Qi Yu, and she was too embarrassed to yell at Chu Chu to come back in front of the camera. So she could only stand there speechlessly with her hands on her hips, wondering what Chu Chu was up to.
Qi Yu, equally puzzled, asked: "???"
Chu Chu held up the corn, "Uncle Qi, Chu Chu can peel corn! Later, Uncle Qi can eat the pork and corn dumplings that Mommy and I made!"
A flash of shock crossed Qi Yu's face, his handsome features softened, and his tone became much gentler, "Okay."
Chu Chu tilted her head, beaming, and added, "Uncle, you have to keep your word!"
The child's words were so sweet and innocent that everyone on site couldn't help but chuckle.
Chu Chu didn't understand what everyone was laughing at, but she giggled along. She "invited" Qi Yu, then walked up to Director Cai, holding up the corn and saying the same thing. Next, she "invited" the staff as well.
Lan Qingyue didn't expect to get the other half of the corn; she'd just consider it a toy for Chu Chu. She cut it into several pieces on the cutting board using her own method, which was much faster but a bit wasteful.
After peeling the corn kernels, someone was already at the stove. It was Liang Xiyu, a tall seven-year-old girl, standing in front of the not-so-high stove making scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Lan Qingyue waited a while before going over, blanching the corn kernels until they were half-cooked, then adding them to the minced meat. She stirred in one direction until she felt resistance in the chunks before stopping.
Time flew by. When the staff reminded the guests that it was already 9:18, Lin Ranran was still chopping meat. Chen Xueyun's group was the fastest, having already kneaded the dough.
Yu Qingqing and Guan Zhizhi were also very fast; the dough was almost formed when Lan Qingyue and Si Yiming started kneading it.
Lan Qingyue couldn't get the ratio of flour to water right, so she could only pour out the flour by feel, add water little by little and stir until the dough formed clumps before kneading it by hand.
For some reason, she could never knead her dough until it was smooth. The more she looked at it, the uglier it became, and the more dissatisfied she was. As the photographer's lens got closer and closer, Lan Qingyue gave up on the idea of kneading the dough into a smooth and beautiful shape and simply rolled it into a long strip.
Siming looked left and right, then turned around and said miserably, "Teacher Lan, it seems like we're the two of us who are the slowest."
It's been an hour, and I've only just finished kneading the dough. Sigh, this is what they call losing at the starting line!
"It's okay, just because we knead the dough slowly doesn't mean we'll be slow at making dumplings, right?"
Besides, there was another person behind them who Simin just hadn't seen.
Lin Ranran, who was lagging behind, patted Xiu Kaijie's shoulder optimistically to comfort him, "Good son, don't worry, Mommy will make lots of different kinds of dumplings, the kind that you can make without thinking. Mommy will definitely catch up with everyone later."
No one knows a mother better than her son. When Xiu Kaijie heard Lin Ranran's words, he was not happy at all, but instead looked worried. "You should knead the dough properly before you talk big."
Sigh...
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