Chapter 136 Eating Dumplings
Five pounds of fat and lean pork belly.
Jiang Xiaoxiao peeled the skin and prepared to cut the meat into slices, then continue to cut it into pieces and finally chop it into stuffing.
Jia Shu was chopping cabbage there.
There were thirteen of them eating dumplings. Besides the two of them, the rest were all young men.
Each one has a bigger appetite than the other.
I estimate that one person needs at least 25 dumplings, otherwise the stomach will definitely not be filled.
So chopping the stuffing is a laborious job.
"Let me chop the stuffing, you go and peel the onions."
Before Jiang Xiaoxiao could react, a pair of big hands had already taken the kitchen knife from her, and the other person naturally took the position in front of the chopping board.
“Can you chop stuffing?”
Jiang Xiaoxiao was full of doubts, mainly because Song Moting's face was too deceptive. Such a good-looking man with good temperament didn't look like a man who did housework at home.
She had speculated before that Song Moting probably came from a high-class family.
Song Moting has a strong scholarly air about him, and he is elegant and noble.
This is not something that an ordinary family can cultivate; it is an innate temperament.
"Don't worry, I also work at home. My grandma makes dumplings, and I always chop the stuffing. And I can say I have a lot of experience."
Song Moting smiled. What kind of look is that in this girl's eyes? It seems like she despises him so much.
"I really didn't expect that. I thought you were a spoiled child at home."
Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at Song Moting's big hands with distinct joints, and he began to cut meat skillfully.
I finally felt relieved. It seems that the other person is indeed experienced and did not deceive me.
She was not worried about anything else, but she was worried that Song Moting would hurt her hands.
That's a crime worthy of death. She had good intentions in giving everyone a good meal.
"Here I am. Let me help you knead the dough. I have strong hands, so the dough I make will be chewy and delicious for making dumplings later."
He Aiguo rushed to do the work.
I took the basin and went over there to scoop some noodles. They didn't have much white flour, so I had to eat a little at a time.
But if you don’t eat white flour dumplings when having a meal, wouldn’t that be a waste?
They have meat, but if they don't use white flour, the meat would be wasted.
"I'll help you light the fire."
"At that time, we helped to roll out the dough. I am the best at rolling out the dough."
Everyone rushed to help.
It didn’t take long to make all the dumplings, mainly because there was strength in numbers.
With two people rolling the dough and six people making dumplings, you can imagine that making dumplings is not an easy task.
Wait until the dumplings come out of the steaming pot.
Nowadays, everyone no longer eats in the kitchen, but has moved into their own rooms.
Mainly the kitchen, it's too cold here.
The big house they live in has a kang (a heated brick bed), so it is actually much warmer inside the house than in the kitchen.
The dining table was carried directly into the house, and the stools were also moved over. On the table were several large plates of steaming dumplings, as well as mashed garlic and vinegar.
Song Moting didn't see Jiang Xiaoxiao.
"Where's Jiang Xiaoxiao? Why is she gone? The dumplings are ready. If you don't serve them quickly, they will get clumped up."
Jia Shu smiled and said,
"She said to fry some chili oil, otherwise the dumplings will taste bland. She'll be here soon, everyone take a seat first."
Song Moting took a look at the seats and saw several grown men sitting down without any courtesy. He Aiguo sat next to Jia Shu.
The other seat next to Jia Shu was empty, and it was obviously reserved for Jiang Xiaoxiao and her partner, who were usually as close as a couple. They had to sit together.
And Gu Dali happened to sit next to the empty seat.
His face turned dark.
Gu Dali, Gu Dali, why are you always coming near me for no reason?
Walked over and patted Gu Dali on the shoulder.
This person was holding his lunch box and putting mashed garlic and vinegar into it.
Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around quickly.
"What's wrong with Brother Song? Sit down quickly! If you are not active in eating, there must be something wrong with your brain."
"Go sit over there."
Song Moting had a blank expression on his face, and Gu Dali was stunned by his words.
Why should he move? He just sat down and hasn't even taken a bite of his dumpling.
"Brother Song, I'll just sit here. That's the seat for you over there."
He feels wronged.
"I like sitting here. Go over there."
Song Moting picked the man up without saying a word and sat down himself.
Gu Dali felt so wronged.
When did my brother Song become a robber and even snatched other people's seats?
Ye Jiansheng next to him smiled and winked at him, then patted the seat next to him.
"Come on, come sit over here with me, why are you so busy?"
Gu Dali sat down feeling aggrieved.
What did he do to offend anyone? Why do they all look at him like this?
Jiang Xiaoxiao lifted the curtain and came in.
Everyone smelled a fragrance.
"Okay, the chili oil is ready. This is my family's secret recipe. I guarantee you'll want to eat it again and again. It's a secret recipe."
Jiang Xiaoxiao carried a bowl of chili oil and walked quickly to the table.
The chili oil has just come out of the wok and the bowl of hot oil is still hot.
She was afraid that she would not be able to hold on and would throw the bowl away.
Song Moting took it quickly, "Why don't you use a rag? What if your hands get burned?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao said with a smile.
"Oh, you're right, I was just thinking about letting everyone taste my chili oil and completely forgot about this. Okay, okay, everyone, please sit down and eat."
Jiang Xiaoxiao touched her ears and they were really hot.
Sitting in the empty seat next to Jia Shu.
Only later did I realize that Song Moting was actually sitting next to me.
I looked at the crowded seats around me and felt a little strange.
Normally, Song Moting never comes near him.
Could it be that because of what I said today, Song Moting wants to pursue me?
"Delicious! Xiaoxiao, you are really good at making dumplings. Look at how you made these dumplings. I have never eaten dumplings so delicious, stuffed with pork, scallions and cabbage! Suddenly I feel like this is heaven on earth. Alas, I have never thought that our country's policies would be so good. The policy of contracting output to households is so good. If I still eat in the cafeteria, I am afraid I will never be able to eat dumplings stuffed with pork, scallions and cabbage in my life."
Gu Dali was so excited that he couldn't stop talking.
Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled embarrassedly. Making dumplings was indeed her specialty. After all, she had worked in the kitchen of a Kyoto Dumpling Restaurant in her previous life.
Making dumplings is my specialty. If I can’t even prepare the dumpling filling properly, how can I make dumplings for other people in the kitchen?
After all, I learned someone else's secret recipe.
I can be considered to have taken advantage of others and seized the initiative.
"It's not as good as you say. Come on and eat. I just learned how to make dumplings from my parents. You just haven't eaten dumplings for a long time, so you think they are delicious when you eat them suddenly. If you eat dumplings like this every day, I'm afraid you won't think they are so delicious."
"Don't be so modest, Xiaoxiao! It's not Gu Dali who said it, we all think these dumplings are delicious, really! Even if you let us eat these dumplings every day, we will be happy. We are living a new socialist life. Having dumplings for every meal, I think even the landlords in the past would not dare to eat like this, right?"
He Aiguo's words resonated with everyone and they immediately burst into laughter.
(End of this chapter)
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