"Sister An, thank you for the pair of silver bracelets you gave me," Mei Ya stretched out her hands in front of Xiao An. On her slender and fair wrists, there was a pair of silver silk double-buckle bracelets, which were a wedding gift from Xiao An and Pang Yi. Mei Ya liked them very much and put them on the next day. She has never taken them off since then. At this time, she felt a little embarrassed in front of Xiao An, "I should have taken them off when I went to the fields. Look, I forgot."
Xiao An said hurriedly, "This bracelet was blessed in a temple. It is said to have the effect of praying for blessings and warding off disasters. Madam, if you wear it often, you will be blessed and there is no need to take it off."
In order to prepare a suitable gift for Meiya, Xiao An was racking her brains. She certainly had no shortage of silver, but she couldn't give something too outrageous. Later, she asked the shop assistants and found out that in Ningguta, when a bride leaves home, her parents' family had the custom of giving silver bracelets as gifts. So she went to a jewelry store and bought the best pair of silver bracelets. She also sent them to the temple for blessing before sending them to Meiya.
"Look, I call you sister, but you still call her Madam. It's so strange." Mei Ya said with a smile.
"Yes, sister is right." Xiao An was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.
"Let's go. It's so sunny here, let's go back to the house and talk." Mei Ya said, and followed Xiao An, talking and laughing. Zhong Mingwei and Pang Yi followed slowly behind.
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"Those two houses are not far from Nanshan Villa, only about a mile or two away," Pang Yi said as he rolled out the dough. He had been in the Nanjiang camp for fifteen years, and every New Year's Eve the soldiers would make dumplings together. He was not very good at making dumplings, but he was good at rolling the dough. "One house has two entrances, to the west of Nanshan Villa, and the other has three entrances, and is separated from Nanshan Villa by our pond."
"Then let's buy the three-in-one one, so that we won't feel cramped when we have a baby," Mei Ya said to Pang Yi with a smile while making dumplings skillfully. "By the way, have you two set a date?"
Pang Yi felt a little embarrassed, glanced at Xiao An, and then said with a smile: "We want to go to the temple to burn incense in a couple of days, and then ask the master chef in the temple to choose an auspicious day."
"That's it. Getting married earlier will save Sister An from having to live in the inn all the time, which is inconvenient," Mei Ya said, watching Xiao An occasionally stealing glances at her and then clumsily making dumplings. She sat down next to Xiao An, then took a new dumpling wrapper and slowly wrapped it for Xiao An to see, smiling and saying, "Do you understand?"
"I understand," Xiao An nodded, put the bad dumpling aside, took another dumpling wrapper, and then made a strange-looking dumpling. Xiao An looked at the strange-looking dumpling in her hand and felt very melancholy, "Why am I so stupid?"
"Just pinch the dumplings three times to make them look the same or not. As long as the filling doesn't leak out, it doesn't matter what shape it is," Meiya said hurriedly to comfort her. "This is my first time making dumplings, and I'm much worse than you."
"Then I will come over more often to learn how to make dumplings from you." Xiao An said. Just now, she felt uncomfortable when she heard Pang Yi and Mei Ya talking about eating dumplings. She knew Pang Yi loved to eat dumplings, but she had never touched a finger since she was a child, so how could she make dumplings? In the past, there were many maids and servants in the family, and she had never thought of learning these things, but now it was different. She was about to get married, and she wanted to prepare three meals a day for her husband like other young wives.
"You're so smart, you must learn quickly," Meiya looked at the tray full of dumplings and raised her head to look outside, "Where's Mingwei?"
"Playing chess with Mr. Gu." Pang Yi said, while rolling out the last piece of dumpling wrapper and handing it to Xiao An, he came over and watched Xiao An make dumplings eagerly.
Xiao An was so nervous that she almost died. Being stared at by Pang Yi, she was already clumsy and her hands were shaking. She glared at Pang Yi and whispered, "What are you looking at?"
Pang Yi didn't laugh: "Look, this is your first time making dumplings."
"What I made were not dumplings," said Xiao An, looking at another strange-looking thing in her hand, and she was very disappointed. "I can't even compare to the skill of children playing house with clay."
"I don't mind," Pang Yi laughed even harder, with fine lines forming at the corners of his eyes, "No matter how ugly your dumplings are, they are still tastier than others."
Mei Ya: "...Pang Yi, don't eat the dumplings I make anymore."
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