Chapter 11 Making Dumplings
The meat filling was cooked and the dough was rolled out, and Cheng Chuan stood up.
It seemed he should make room for both of them.
"Give,"
Xu Ningjun placed the meat filling in the middle of the dumpling wrapper and handed it to Cheng Chuan. "I don't know how to make it, but I can do this. Let's do it faster this way."
Cheng Chuan was stunned for a moment, and Cheng Yuanshan looked back and forth. When did Xu Ningjun start talking to Cheng Chuan?
"Ningning, I'll teach you. It's very simple. Look..."
Xu Ningjun picked up the knife on the table, and the blade flashed under the light.
It came over with a bang, and Cheng Yuanshan hurriedly stepped back, staggering and falling to the ground.
"Xu Ningjun!"
Cheng Yuanshan's face was filled with black lines. If it weren't for her beauty and wealthy family, it would be strange if he would pay attention to her.
How many girls are looking forward to talking to him, but he is so shameless!
"Fuck, I won't serve you anymore."
He threw the dough in his hand back on the table and turned away.
After taking two steps, a piece of dumpling wrapper was thrown out and hit the ground with a bang.
She wiped her hands in disgust, preferring to waste them rather than let him touch them. Cheng Yuanshan left with a face as black as charcoal.
To be honest, Cheng Chuan had never seen her really angry.
When she first went to the countryside, she loved to laugh, looked soft and innocent, and had a good temper.
Now the young educated youth always speaks in a hard voice, but when he is angry, his voice is soft.
I didn't expect her to be really angry, quite angry.
"Stop being in a daze, or we'll really have to wait until tomorrow morning."
Xu Ningjun sneered, and Cheng Chuan came to his senses and continued making dumplings.
The two of them passed the filling back and forth very quickly, and the meat filling was used up in no time.
The dumplings were shaped as soon as he pinched them. Xu Ningjun was surprised but didn't plan to learn from him because she didn't have the ability.
“Two, four, six, eight…”
There were a total of twenty dumplings, and all the flour and meat filling had been used up.
It was an auspicious integer, and she threw away an extra dumpling wrapper, just right.
"Thank you for your hard work."
She said she would clean up in the morning, and he went back to cleaning up the mess, as if he had endless energy.
"Then I'm going to sleep first. Be careful when you come back."
Cheng Chuan nodded and said, "Tomorrow, I'll watch the meat, don't take it."
It was unsafe for her to pull the bucket from the well.
"Tuo."
After a tiring day, Xu Ningjun fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.
She got up early in the morning to cook dumplings.
The white dumplings gave off the aroma of white flour. She put ten of them in her lunch box, filled it up, and carried it out to the fields.
"Cheng Chuan."
The girl's sweet voice was filled with joy as she called him from a distance.
The people in the fields raised their heads and said, "Hey, there's a little girl calling Cheng Chuan. Cheng Chuan, someone's calling over there."
It was as if everyone in the field was passing on the message, and suddenly everyone in the field knew that there was a girl calling Cheng Chuan.
Cheng Chuan looked at her. She was jogging towards him from the other side, with her hair on her forehead fluttering in the wind.
Afraid that she would fall, he dropped his hoe and took a few steps forward.
"Here, these dumplings I made last night. Come and try them and see if they're good enough for you. Am I any good?"
Seeing her sparkling expectation, Cheng Chuan swallowed back what he wanted to say.
He made it, and she was only responsible for cooking it, that's all...
And, “Not ripe.”
"impossible!"
Won’t the dumplings be cooked if they float?
Cheng Chuan bent down slightly, holding the half-eaten dumpling with his chopsticks, and placed it in front of Xu Ningjun, "Would you like to try it?"
The dough was visibly raw, and the pork filling inside was a little red.
Xu Ningjun stopped being stubborn and said, "I'll just go back to the pot."
The tips of her ears turned red, her mouth pouted, and she looked confused as to why it was not cooked.
Cheng Chuan pursed his lips and handed the lunch box back to her.
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