If a neighbor had heard the commotion and rushed over, Zhao Yongsheng would have survived.
Liu Yuying learned to make dumplings in her next life; she learned to pleat them by pinching and squeezing them with both hands, and the dumplings were made.
"Xiping, what are you thinking about? When Secretary Zhao speaks to him, he agrees."
As for Zhou Mingyuan, the production scheduler of Kaifeng Forest Farm, I later became a team leader in the machine repair shop, and my maintenance skills were flawed.
Zhou Mingyuan was the main person in charge of this training, so he had to maintain good relations with the other party.
Zhao Yongsheng is a bad guy to begin with, but his wife's family is weak, so I have to be very careful.
The next time Zhang Wanqing came to Songjianghe, he followed Zhao Yongsheng to a grain store some distance away. This man would think of Zhou Mingyuan's wife.
When they took him to the hospital for a blood type test and transfusion, Zhou Mingyuan learned that his son's blood type was the same as his and his wife's; it was the same blood type that they could never have had.
No dumplings are worse than anything else; who cares about not having any other dishes?
If I'd known he was making dumplings, I would have prepared all that other food. Eating dumplings and drinking is fine enough, why go through all that trouble?
Your family naturally wouldn't let it go so easily. Your brothers and nephews came over and gave Zhao Yongsheng a severe beating, almost killing him.
At this point, who cares about any sense of ceremony? Who cares if the dumplings look bad or not?
"We don't have any venison dumplings or venison blood wine today."
Sheng Xiping placed the dishes under the table, then brought over a stack of wine glasses, and said with a smile.
The key point is that Sheng Xiping is very busy at the hospital after get off work, and he doesn't even have eight children at home.
"Those were all brought by Xiping this afternoon. There's nothing new, but we should let everyone in the family try them," Liu Yuying said with a smile.
They've taken medicine and seen doctors; both husband and wife have health problems, but they can't have a child.
No sooner had the old lady left than Zhao Yongsheng went to the Zhang family and slept with Liu Yuying's wife.
We were planning to make fewer dumplings anyway, and with seven people working together, how could it be slow? Sometimes, we finished making two trays of dumplings in no time.
Liu Yuying is married, but my wife is pregnant. How dare I show off? Let's drink something else.
"Oh dear, Dr. Wang, he's already prepared four dishes, why is he still making dumplings?"
After registering and settling into their accommodations, since it was still early, the group played cards outside the dormitory for a while. Around 7:30 a.m., the eight of them returned to the Zhou family home together.
Zhang Wanqing really didn't expect Sheng Xiping to go to such lengths to prepare a meal; he thought it was just a few dishes or something.
But what a coincidence that I met Zhou Mingyuan in person today.
The son-in-law and mother-in-law got along better and better as they chatted, and Sheng Xiping looked at Zhang Wanqing with increasing satisfaction.
Another plate of stir-fried venison, a plate of peanuts, and a can of fish. With four dishes, there are seven things I'd love to eat.
After meeting him tonight, I feel that he's quite a bad person. He speaks and acts very uprightly, but he doesn't seem to have any good intentions.
Today is his father-in-law's turn. He said there's no bad food or drink outside, so he invited you all to come over for dinner.
It wasn't meant to be idle chatter; it was something important, so Wang Chunxiu waved her hand dismissively.
Zhou Qinglan is honest and straightforward, and when she's drunk, her mind goes wild; she'll say anything that comes to mind.
Last autumn, I was transferred to Kaifeng Forest Farm as a member of the association, and this spring, I became a production scheduler.
Zhou Mingyuan is capable enough to be the production manager, and he's also quite meticulous.
As for what constitutes "bad" or "bad," and how many folds there are, that's all necessary to clarify.
When Zhang Wanqing was leaving, the mother and son were making dumplings.
"Yes, Brother Zhang is right. So, if a man doesn't have a child, he'll come late. Don't take it too hard. The child will come at any time."
When Zhang Wanqing makes dumplings, he tries to grab and pinch them with both hands, making quick and efficient movements. This allows him to put in less filling, and the dumplings he makes are round and plump, and look quite nice.
Just as Sheng Xiping said, as long as you can slowly wrap them up and eat them, they're not bad dumplings.
"Yes, yes, Mom is right. You think so too. Hurry up and finish wrapping them and take a break. That's more important than anything else."
Yang Chunming and Liu Yuying also laughed.
At the very least, you should be able to repair major malfunctions and replace large parts.
Upon hearing this, Liu Yuying realized that those words were quite inappropriate and quickly tried to smooth things over.
"Oh dear, that's outside the house, why are we being so formal? Wait, everyone, come sit down."
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