As he spoke, Ah Chou took a dumpling wrapper and put the sauerkraut pork filling on it. Then he moved in front of Zhong Mingwei and slowly wrapped it while explaining to him: "Watch carefully. Start from one side and pinch a corner with your fingertips. Then pinch to the opposite side one by one. We are eating at home, and we don't care about whether it looks good or not, so I don't ask you to make it fancy. Just pinch the edges and corners firmly, otherwise the filling will come out when it is put into the pot. Just like that..."
"Slow down." Zhong Mingwei held the dumpling wrapper in his hand, staring at Ah Chou's hand, while clumsily pinching the dumpling. "Slow down. You're too fast. I can't keep up."
"How can this be fast? I'm teaching you step by step," Ah Chou grumbled in dissatisfaction. While putting the wrapped dumplings on the table, he looked at what looked like dumplings in Zhong Mingwei's hand. He couldn't help but sigh, "Forget it, talent is a thing. You really can't force it. Don't wrap dumplings, just roll out the dumpling skins."
"I don't want to make them yet!" Zhong Mingwei got angry and threw the ugly dumpling on the table. Then he picked up the rolling pin and started rolling the dumpling skin. He had a background in martial arts, so his hands were strong and flexible. The dumpling skin he rolled was thin and round, perfect. He looked at the dumpling skin he rolled and felt a little proud. He raised his chin to Ah Chou and said, "How is it? Do I have a talent for rolling dumpling skin?"
"Yes, yes, you have a talent for rolling out dumpling skins!" Ah Chou hurriedly agreed, but he was complaining in his heart, you not only have a talent for rolling out dumpling skins, you also have a talent for eating!
"That's right," Zhong Mingwei said even more proudly, glancing at Ah Chou while continuing to slowly roll out the dumpling wrappers, "A couple should complement each other in everything. You can make dumplings and I can roll out the wrappers, isn't that perfect? If I make dumplings better than you, you won't feel comfortable again."
Zhong Mingwei found that he talked too much. He didn't know when he started to talk so much. He used to be silent all day, but now he chatters all day long. However, he didn't think of himself as a chatterbox. Who was it because their little girl liked to chatter?
Hehehehe!
But Zhong Mingwei was obviously wrong. It is said that women's hearts are as unpredictable as the sea. Although Ah Chou is still a little girl, she has a lot on her mind.
"So..." Ah Chou slowly put down the dumplings he had wrapped, and took another piece of dumpling wrapper while looking at Zhong Mingwei eagerly, "The Crown Princess used to make dumplings very well, right?"
"How do I know if she wrapped it well?" Zhong Mingwei was so depressed. What did this have to do with anything? He just said it casually, but the girl could make the connection.
"Oh," Ah Chou continued to wrap dumplings, and whispered, "Have you never eaten the dumplings she made?"
“Bang!”
The next second, Zhong Mingwei threw away the rolling pin in his hand, leaned against the wall angrily, and didn't want to pay any attention to Achou.
"Just talk nicely. Why are you so angry?" Ah Chou glared at him, put down the dumplings in his hand, took out a hazelnut from the basket, peeled it, and stuffed it into the man's mouth eagerly, "Is it delicious?"
Zhong Mingwei rolled his eyes at her and still ignored her, but in the end he picked up the rolling pin and continued to roll out the dumpling skins while biting the hazelnut.
"He's such a greedy kid. He can be appeased by a hazelnut." Ah Chou shook his head and said with emotion, then lowered his head and continued to make dumplings.
Zhong Mingwei, who couldn't swallow or spit out the hazelnut in his mouth: "..."
what to do?
I really want to beat my child today!
Is there anything special about spanking children on the first day of the Chinese New Year? Can you spank them? Can you spank them harder and more?
Mr. Zhong is really anxious!
…
The person who was holding back the urge to beat the child finally continued to roll out the dough obediently. Achou had kneaded a lot of dough and had prepared several kinds of fillings. This time he planned to make more dumplings and keep them. It was very cold here in Ningguta, so there was no need to worry about the dumplings going bad, and it would save the trouble of kneading the dough later. Besides, Achou felt that his body might not be in good condition in a few days, and he would definitely not be able to get up in the morning. It would be convenient to just cook the dumplings and eat them.
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