For dinner, Song Fuyu prepared a pot of dumpling soup.

The October nights in Qin City are a bit chilly, but a bowl of hot dumpling soup can warm your whole body.

It just so happened that everyone felt disgusted by Mo Juan at noon and didn't want to eat much, so there was some rice left over, which was perfect for making rice dumplings.

"Youyou, go to the cellar and get a cabbage, and then bring over six tomatoes."

"anything else?"

"Ask Sister Xiu Li if there are any pickled beans in the Youth Hostel. If there are, bring some over. If not, forget it."

"Okay~"

"I'll be there right away."

Although there was some rice left from lunch, it was still not enough, so she had to mix a little white flour with cornmeal and make some small lumps.

In fact, the dumpling soup would taste better if one or two eggs were added, but unfortunately no one is willing to contribute their eggs.

Although there were so many eggs in her space that she couldn't finish them all, when she thought that Mo Juan would also eat them, she had to suppress her appetite and wait until she moved out.

"Sister Fu Yu, I've brought the cabbage and tomatoes. The Youth League Home doesn't have any pickled beans, so I went to Aunt Li's house nearby to exchange some. Sister Xiu Li said they have some."

"You don't need too many, just a few will do."

Song Fuyu first washed the cabbage and cut it into thin strips. Then he removed the stems of the tomatoes, cut them into small cubes and set them aside for later use.

After doing all this, Tong Youyou came back with some pickled beans.

"Give it to me."

Quickly cut the sour beans diagonally into small pieces and start heating oil in a pan.

Don't add too much oil, just a little.

In this day and age, being able to taste a little bit of oil every day is considered a good meal.

Most families simply cook the vegetables in plain water with a little salt, or simply wash the vegetables and dip them in sauce. Meat can only be eaten during festivals or when the village slaughters pigs and distributes the meat.

After the pan is heated, pour in the diced tomatoes, stir-fry until the juice comes out, then add the chopped cabbage and sour beans. When the cabbage is soft, add appropriate amount of water, cover the pot and bring to a boil over high heat.

"Sister Fu Yu, you are so good at cooking. Did your mother teach you?"

Tong Youyou watched her skillful operation and immediately thought of her previous cooking scene. Compared with Sister Fu Yu’s cooking, hers was simply a battlefield.

"I learned it by myself. No one taught me."

She didn't know how to cook before she went abroad.

Ever since she was born, her family has always had a nanny, who was responsible for cooking and cleaning.

It was not until I went abroad to study that I really couldn't get used to the cold food, fried chicken, and hamburgers eaten outside, so I had to buy vegetables and start learning to cook in my apartment by following the tutorials on the Internet. After doing it many times, I naturally learned it.

"You're amazing then."

"My mother sometimes cooks for us. If my father gets off work early, he will cook. My father's cooking is much better than my mother's."

"Sister Fu Yu, do your parents know how to cook?"

"My mother died before I could remember anything. I don't have a father."

After saying that, she lifted the lid of the pot and poured the prepared small dumplings into the boiling soup base, stirring them with chopsticks as she poured, and finally added an appropriate amount of salt for seasoning.

"Youyou, quickly take out everyone's bowls. It will be ready in one more minute."

Tong Youyou was a little slow to react when she heard what she just said.

She looked at Song Fuyu who was in the heat with embarrassment and self-blame.

"Why are you standing there like an idiot? Go get a bowl! It's almost time to serve."

"Oh, right away. I'll get it right away."

She quickly took out thirteen bowls and placed them next to the stove.

"Go and call everyone out for dinner."

Song Fuyu first put a large spoonful of the soup into each bowl, and then distributed it evenly with some left over, so that everyone's bowl would have about the same amount of dumpling soup.

It is impossible for everyone to eat enough food in the pot. Even the girls can only eat until they are 70% full at most. This is the conclusion Song Fuyu came to after observing the old educated youth cooking in the past few days.

"Wow, are we having dumpling soup tonight? It smells so good. I used to love dumpling soup, but I don't really know how to make it."

The first person to come in was Wang Menghan. She looked at the brightly colored dumpling soup on the stove and couldn't hide the joy on her face at all.

She usually speaks the least and doesn't seem to have a warm relationship with anyone. In the Youth League Home, she is the one with the least sense of existence. Unexpectedly, she is actually a foodie.

"Hurry up and find your bowl and eat it."

"If it smells this good, it must taste good."

Wang Menghan picked up her own bowl, put it under her nose and smelled it, then quickly took a small sip from the edge of the bowl.

"It smells so good."

"Song Zhiqing, I didn't expect you to be such a good cook."

"After coming to Qin City, what I crave the most is this bowl of dumpling soup."

She put down the bowl, turned around and secretly wiped away her tears.

Song Fuyu did not respond, but directly handed over the handkerchief.

Wang Menghan looked at the handkerchief in front of her, a little confused, but still took it.

"Thank you~"

"Hurry up and wipe it, they should be coming in."

Everyone has their own weak spots. Given Wang Menghan's usually quiet personality, she certainly doesn't want others to see her weak spots.

If she didn't say anything, Song Fuyu wouldn't ask any more questions.

After a while, everyone in the Youth League Institute took a bowl of dumpling soup and sat in the kitchen, drinking it attentively. No one spoke for a while, and all the attention was on the bowl of dumpling soup in their hands.

Tong Tao finished eating first.

He gave Song Fuyu a thumbs up.

"Song Zhiqing, your cooking skills are simply amazing. I haven't eaten such delicious food in a long time."

"Why, isn't what we usually cook tasty?"

Pan Yu replied with a smile, her face full of satisfaction.

"It's not that it doesn't taste good, it just feels a little off."

"Haha, today's dumpling soup is really good. It's hot and my whole body is warm after drinking it."

Cao Xiangshan also expressed his opinion.

"Since Song Zhiqing's cooking is so delicious, let her cook from now on."

Some people are just such a killjoy. When everyone is having a great time, they always say something that makes everyone embarrassed.

As soon as Mo Juan said this, the smiles on the faces of the other people in the kitchen fell.

"I'm done eating. I'm going to wash the dishes first."

"I've finished eating too. I'll go out with Brother Cao."

Even the few people who hadn't finished eating quickened their pace.

"What's wrong? Feixue, is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"Since everyone thinks Song Fuyu's cooking is delicious, let her cook every day. That way, won't we be able to eat delicious meals every day?"