If we talk about the person who makes the best dumplings, it must be our ninth prince Yinzhen. His hands are indeed used to fiddling with abacus beads. Look, he can skillfully handle anything that has something to do with silver.
Yinzuo looked at the pile of crooked and ugly dumplings in front of him, and then looked at the dumplings in front of Yin'er that were as neat and beautiful as small ingots. For the first time in his life, he felt the differences between people.
As the saying goes, nothing is difficult in the world as long as you are willing to give up. After realizing that he was not cut out for cooking, Yinzuo decisively chose to stop torturing himself. He threw the dumpling wrappers in his hand onto the table, patted the flour on his hands, and stood up and walked in front of Kangxi.
"Father, you have to try harder. Whether our son can eat dumplings tonight depends on you."
Well, when Yinzuo acted like a spoiled child, Yinzhi, who was tormented by the dumpling wrapper in his hand and was scratching his head, immediately followed suit. Today, he was really going all out. A man in his thirties or forties, he still had a shameless face and went up to Kangxi to act like a spoiled child.
"Khan Ama, my hands are good for rough lifting, but they are not good for delicate work like making dumplings. So I may have to ask you to make my son's dumplings tonight."
Compared to Yinzuo's straightforwardness, Yinzhi at least found a decent excuse for himself. Kangxi was too lazy to argue with him on New Year's Day. He nodded slightly when he heard it, then took the rolling pin from Liang Jiugong and handed it to Yinzuo who was sitting next to him.
"You can eat the dumplings I make, but I don't give them away for free. Yinzuo, I see that although you're not very good at making dumplings, your dough-rolling skills seem pretty good. So I'll leave the dough-rolling job to you."
Rolling the dough was not a difficult task for Yinzuo. Seeing Kangxi handing him the rolling pin, he took it very decisively, then stood up and walked to Liang Jiugong to take over his work.
Seeing Yinzuo being so obedient, Kangxi's smile deepened a little. He raised his hand and touched Yinzuo's forehead, then looked at Yinzhi on the other side of him.
"As for you, Yinzhi, aren't you said to be good at rough work like moving things around? Then take the people outside to set up the tent. Liang Jiugong, go to the kitchen now and call a few people over. Once the dumplings are wrapped, they can be cooked outside in the tent."
Seeing Yinzuo and Yinzhi escape from their misery one after another, Yinreng, Yinshisan and Yinsi, who were also from wealthy families with difficulties, couldn't help but have some thoughts in their minds. However, they did not have the courage like his eldest brother and sixth brother to go to his Khan and ask for help, so Yinreng and Yinlu were in trouble.
Yin? had the best relationship with Yin'er on weekdays, so he naturally had no scruples when talking to him. After making up his mind, he patted the flour on his hands, stood up and walked towards his ninth brother.
Yin'er and Yin'e have been inseparable since childhood, and they know him better than his deceased mother. When they saw Yin'e stand up and walk towards him, they knew what he was planning. Before Yin'e even walked up to him, the other party spoke before him.
"Tenth Brother, if you want me to help you make the dumplings, then Ninth Brother advises you to keep your mouth shut. However, we are brothers who grew up together, so this matter is not impossible to discuss, but..."
It's fine as long as we can discuss it. When Yin? saw that there was still room for maneuver, he immediately quickened his pace and walked around to Yin'er.
"Ninth brother, please let me know what you want. As long as I can do it, I will do my best until my death..."
As soon as Yin said this, he was immediately rolled eyes by everyone including his Khan father. No, if I were not well-educated, I would not need to quote scriptures when speaking. I would devote my life to the cause until my death. I wonder if Mr. Kong Ming would mind being used like this by you.
Regardless of whether Mr. Kong Ming minded or not, Yinzhen got goose bumps all over his body because of his brother's flattering look. If his hands were not covered with flour, he would have raised his hand to pull the thing in front of him aside.
"Okay, don't be so devoted to me that you'll die. I'll make these dumplings for you. Brother Nine only has one request: you get out of here right now, or I'll be covered in goosebumps for a long time."
Yin was not annoyed by his ninth brother's disdain. Upon hearing this, he immediately stood up and took two steps back. Isn't it just rolling to the side and squatting? No problem at all. Squatting is what he is best at.
"Okay, I'll squat aside and make sure I don't get in your way, Brother Jiu. I'll leave the dumplings to you, Brother Jiu."
Yin? is now free from worries, so naturally he has the leisure to laugh at Fourteenth Brother. Thirteenth Brother's relationship with Yin'er is not as close as Yin?, so he naturally feels embarrassed to go up to him and ask for help. But our Fourteenth Brother has no such concerns. Seeing that his tenth brother succeeded so easily, his confidence immediately increased.
"Ninth Brother..."
Hey, these aren't over yet, are they? It's true that Yinzhen is good at making dumplings, but that doesn't mean he enjoys it. Just now, he helped him out because of their friendship of over ten years, but he had no intention of condoning such unhealthy practices.
As soon as Fourteenth opened his mouth, his Ninth Brother stuffed a dough into his mouth. He chewed it a few times before spitting it out with a "Puh, Puh, Puh". He wasn't stupid. He knew from his Ninth Brother's attitude that his request was rejected. But is our Fourteenth Master the kind of person who would easily back down after a little setback? He obviously isn't.
"Nineth Brother, don't be so hasty to reject me. Let's make a deal. Haven't you always been thinking about Sixth Brother's mountain dwelling painting? How about this, when we get back, I'll go to his place and steal the painting for you..."
I'm saying, Fourteenth Master, aren't you being a little too blatant? Can't you see the owner of the mountain dwelling painting is sitting right here? Sixth Brother is not deaf, and if you say that, he might end up punishing both of us.
Yinzuo was indeed not deaf, and he did hear what Fourteenth said just now. But no matter what, he had watched Fourteenth grow up since he was a child. It was not appropriate to beat children on New Year's Eve. There was still a long time to go, and if he wanted to deal with him, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
"Xiaojiu, promise him that if he can't give you the mountain dwelling map, you will take him to our Khan Ama and ask him to judge the case for you. I believe Ama will be willing to help you with this justice."
Yin'er always listened to Yinzuo. Hearing this, he nodded at Yinzuo, then looked at Shisidao who was standing beside him.
"Okay, since Sixth Brother has spoken, I will reluctantly agree to your request. But you have to keep your word. That mountain dwelling painting..."
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