After a while, Meng Long brought the Second Master, Grandma Shuyi and Old Li into the house. At this time, the Second Aunt had also finished kneading the dough.
Everyone gathered around the table, a skit from Heilongjiang Literature and Art Channel was playing on TV, and they began to make dumplings in a lively manner.
Meng Fei skillfully picked up a dumpling skin, placed it in the palm of his hand, scooped up a spoonful of stuffing with a spoon, placed it in the middle of the dumpling skin, then dipped his finger in a little water and gently spread it along the edge of the dumpling skin.
Next, fold the dumpling wrapper in half and pinch the edges with your thumb and index finger, and a beautiful dumpling is ready.
As authentic southerners, Shuyi, Grandma and Lao Li are full of curiosity about making dumplings.
I followed suit and started wrapping them.
But the first time I made them, they were either crooked or had the skin and stuffing leaking out.
This made some people feel embarrassed to pack more, as it was really a waste.
As if he could see the embarrassment of the others, the Second Master laughed and said, "Oh, big sister, it's okay, just make them as you like. You'll learn it as you go. When Gouzi and his friends were young, they would also help make dumplings. Now you see, they're making them pretty well.
Besides, it’s okay if it’s exposed, at worst we can just have some noodle soup.”
Er Ye's words made the three of them laugh, and they happily joined the dumpling-making team again.
Everyone was making dumplings and chatting at the same time. The kitchen was filled with laughter. Soon, the curtain on the table was filled with neatly arranged rows of dumplings.
The dumpling skin on the lid was crystal clear, as soft as white jade and as clear as crystal.
The plump fillings were faintly visible through the thin outer skin. Some of them were not wrapped well, and the translucent oil dripped out. Not only was it not abrupt, but it just added a touch of agility to the dumplings. White and plump, full of hope. Seeing that the lid was full, the second aunt did not rush to put it in the pot, but took the lid out of the house and put it on the big vat at the door, waiting for it to freeze naturally, and then put it in a bag for storage. When you want to eat it again, you don’t need to wrap it now, you can just boil water and put it in the pot.
They worked for quite a while, and when they were wrapping the fourth lid, the dumplings in the first lid had frozen solid. Second Aunt found a plastic bag, put it away, and then brought the lid back to continue to hold the dumplings.
They repeated this process over and over again, and it took them more than ten wrappers to use up all the three fillings in the pot.
"Second Aunt, you cook the dumplings. I'll go home and prepare some side dishes."
"Okay, go get busy. I'm here, Long'er! Don't just stand there, go peel the garlic!"
Meng Long shuddered, quickly took out two heads of garlic from the bowl rack, and ran into the house in shame.
After Meng Fei returned home, he went to the vegetable cellar to get a few potatoes, a carrot, and a turnip, and also took a piece of lamb leg from the warehouse.
He plans to cook four dishes for lunch.
Spicy and sour potato shreds, radish dip, stir-fried kohlrabi and cumin lamb.
These dishes are all his favorites, and they are easy and convenient to make as they do not require boiling or frying.
Meng Fei first cut all the ingredients and put them aside, then heated the oil in a pan and started cooking.
After working for a while and finishing the first three dishes, only the last one was left: cumin lamb.
The reason why it is placed last is because mutton must be eaten while hot, especially goat meat. Once it cools down, not only will the taste become worse, but the mutton smell will be extremely obvious, making it difficult to swallow.
Heat oil in a pan. When the oil is heated up, Meng Fei pours onions, ginger and garlic into the pan and stir-fry until fragrant.
Then pour the chopped lamb into it.
"call!!!"
The moment the mutton was poured into the pot, a flame rushed towards him. Meng Fei quickly dodged and avoided the tragic sight of his eyebrows being burned.
As Meng Fei continued to stir-fry, the mutton began to turn golden brown and bubbles began to appear on the surface of the mutton.
Seeing that it was almost done, Meng Fei added cumin and other seasonings into the pot.
For a moment, the unique aroma of cumin instantly spread, mixing with the fresh fragrance of mutton, forming a taste that was almost rich and substantial.
Meng Fei took a deep breath, his face full of satisfaction.
Just when Meng Fei was enjoying himself, the door was suddenly pushed open and several figures walked in.
"Ouch!! Xiao Meng!! What delicious food are you making? It smells so good! Looks like I'm here this time!!"
The leader was Zhao Tianming from the Forest Guard Bureau, followed by two guards who looked familiar and must have been here once or twice.
Seeing Zhao Tianming coming, Meng Fei quickly put down the spatula in his hand and greeted him warmly.
"Director Zhao, I'm sorry to bother you every now and then."
Hearing Meng Fei's words, Zhao Tianming looked a little unhappy: "You kid! Why are you being so polite to me here? You don't know that the criminals you have caught in just half a year have contributed a lot to me. I originally planned to just live like this until retirement, but the boss told me some time ago that he plans to promote me, so I have to thank you very much."
The two smiled at each other, like old friends who had known each other for many years.
At this time, a slight burnt smell began to come from the pot. Meng Fei quickly left Zhao Tianming and moved to the side of the pot.
"Ouch! Director Zhao, please wait a moment. The mutton will get burnt if it's not out of the pot soon."
As he spoke, Meng Fei quickly scooped out all the mutton in the pot.
"Oh, by the way, Chief Zhao, those two people were frozen in the warehouse because of me. I was afraid that they would stink again in the house."
Zhao Tianming and the two guards behind him twitched their lips fiercely.
Meng Fei is truly a talented person. He has been a security guard for most of his life, but this is the first time he has seen such a thing.
The most important thing is that Meng Fei said it very easily, as if he was throwing his cabbage outside.
Zhao Tianming was a little confused when he heard this: "Okay, just leave it there first. It won't run away anyway. Let's eat first. I've been missing your cooking for a long time. The last time I ate it was several months ago. Since then, I feel that everything I eat has no taste. If I wasn't too busy with work, I would have to stay here for a few more days."
Meng Fei smiled and said, "It's okay. We have a lot of empty houses here. When you retire, you can move here to retire. The scenery is good, the air is good, and the food is good. I guarantee that you will be in good health!!"
"Hahahaha! I think it's okay!! Just hearing you say that makes me satisfied."
After saying that, they hid the cooked dishes in their arms and trotted towards their second uncle's house.
At this time, Second Aunt's dumplings had just come out of the pot. The whole kitchen was filled with steam and it was impossible to see people clearly.
Second Aunt handed the dumplings in her hand to Second Uncle and then lowered her head to continue serving.
But when he raised his head again, he saw a figure still standing there. Second Aunt kicked him on the butt and cursed:
"Meng Lao Er! Why are you standing here instead of bringing the dumplings into the house?"
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