Only when her mother-in-law asked her to make dumplings did she climb out of the abyss of knowledge!
Although Meng Zeyan's trip was not particularly far from home this time, Comrade Xing Cui still followed the tradition of eating dumplings on the bus and noodles when getting off and decided to eat dumplings at noon.
The filling has been prepared and the dough has been kneaded, so Tang Huan only needs to roll out the dough.
In the room, Meng Zeyan wrote down the phone numbers of people who could contact him, as well as the phone numbers of some relatives and friends, in a notebook and placed it next to the phone.
After finishing these tasks, I walked to the kitchen door to watch the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law work.
Xing Cui was annoyed that he was blocking the light by standing at the door, "Don't just look at it, come over and have a bag."
It is true that Meng Zeyan also knows how to make dumplings. He went into the kitchen, washed his hands, and then helped make dumplings.
Tang Huan's skill in rolling out the dough is quite stable. It is impossible for it to be round, and the dumpling wrappers have all kinds of strange shapes. It is all thanks to Comrade Xing Cui's skillful hands that she can save them.
Originally, there was just enough time for one person to make dumplings, but suddenly Meng Zeyan joined in, and Tang Huan's hands moved faster.
The dumpling wrappers are not very regular to begin with, and the shapes are even weirder.
Meng Zeyan was not as lucky as his mother. After the fillings of the dumplings he made three times in a row came out, he finally set his sights on Tang Huan's hands rolling the dumpling wrappers.
The movements were standard, but the results were not ideal.
When I was in the army, if the kitchen staff couldn’t make dumplings for the New Year’s meal, they would give dough and fillings to each squad and let them make their own.
Meng Zeyan did have some experience, but he couldn't tell what Tang Huan did wrong.
Tang Huan took a break from her busy schedule and raised her head, just in time to see her uncle looking at the dough she was rolling with embarrassment...
Meng Zeyan still wanted to know what her problem was, "Tang Huan, how about I try rolling the dough?"
Tang Huan looked at the long, square, and triangular dumpling wrappers he had rolled out, and silently moved two steps to the side to make room for Meng Zeyan.
Meng Zeyan tried it, and in no time, a round dumpling skin appeared under his rolling pin.
He looked up at Tang Huan, who was watching the movements of his hands.
Meng Zeyan slowed down and did it again.
Tang Huan swore that her movements were exactly the same as Meng Zeyan's!
After demonstrating twice more, Meng Zeyan moved away and gave the place back to Tang Huan, who stood aside and watched.
Tang Huan took the lead and with skillful movements, a square appeared in no time.
Once again, another diamond...
Tang Huan glanced to the side and saw the rolling pin in his hand. "How about you teach me?"
"Forget it, I'll ask my mom to teach me how to make it." Meng Zeyan settled for the second best and turned to walk to Comrade Xing Cui to see how she made the strange shapes into the shape of ingots.
What does that mean? Are you disgusted with her for not being able to learn?
Tang Huan worked hard and put more effort into each one. Although the shape was still not good-looking, it was the result of her hard work.
This time I pinched a little more, boiled some and fried the rest to make dumplings for Meng Zeyan to take with him on the road.
Tang Huan had just finished lunch and was helping to clean up the dishes when the sound of a car was heard at the gate.
She looked outside with the plate in hand. It was the same military vehicle that had come the day her uncle came back. Last time it was to send him back, and this time it should be loaned to him to go to the army.
Meng Zeyan walked out of the yard, and Tang Huan carried the plate back to the kitchen.
Xing Cui was busy making the remaining dumplings into fried dumplings, and Tang Huan took on the task of washing the dishes.
Meng Zeyan went to the gate and called the comrade who was driving to get off and bring him into the courtyard. He was not in a hurry to leave yet, and it would not be appropriate to let the guards wait in the car. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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