Meng Ying rolled out the dough very quickly, stacking several sheets of dough together. Jian Shu and Zhao Yueling, who were making dumplings, could not keep up with her speed.
After rolling out a lot of dumpling wrappers, Meng Ying put down the rolling pin and started making dumplings.
The three of them were all very skillful, and they all wanted Zhao Tianrui to make fewer dumplings. Soon, the thin dumpling skins turned into plump dumplings.
Whenever there were not many dumpling wrappers left, Meng Ying would continue to roll out the wrappers, accumulate a lot of them, and then start making dumplings.
A few people were making dumplings while watching TV, chatting from time to time.
In this way, the filling in the bowl became less and less, and the number of dumplings became more and more.
After Meng Ying took the last dumpling wrapper, Jian Shu stood up and stretched.
Looking at the dumplings on the table, she felt a sense of accomplishment. In the past few years, one-third of them were made by her.
I was wrapping them one by one without noticing, but after I finished wrapping them I realized there were so many.
After a quick count, I found that they had made more than 800 dumplings.
Jian Shu couldn't help but ask, "Auntie, why did you make so many dumplings? Can we finish them all?"
"How is that too much? From the first to the fifteenth day of the lunar month, we eat dumplings many times, and your Uncle Zhao has a big appetite, so he eats a lot.
Anyway, the weather is cold now, so if you put the dumplings outside, they will be frozen soon and can be kept.
When you go back later, bring a hundred of them with you. Put them in your yard and cook them whenever you want to eat them.
These only look like a lot, but once you eat them you'll realize there aren't many left," Meng Ying explained.
Jianshu thought about it and realized it was true. Unlike the south, dumplings are a must-have for Chinese New Year in the north.
But when she heard Meng Ying ask her to take 100 dumplings back, she quickly waved her hand and refused, "Auntie, 100 dumplings are too many. I can't finish them."
She has a southern taste and never gets tired of eating rice every day, but it's different with noodles. It's okay to eat them occasionally. It's really unbearable for her to eat dumplings every day, and it would be a waste to bring them back.
Meng Ying thought for a moment and said, "That's right, you haven't really liked eating pasta since you were little. Back then, everyone ate steamed buns, but you didn't.
It's okay if it's one or two meals, but if he gets angry after every meal, your dad will have to exchange rice with others for you.
Then you should take 50 dumplings back home and eat less at each meal, but you must eat, okay?"
Jianshu had no choice but to agree. He thought he could finish the fifty dumplings slowly. If not, he could just put them in the space. They wouldn't go bad anyway.
"Okay, the dumplings are all wrapped. Let's save some to cook in the evening. Let's freeze the rest outside so they can be preserved for a long time. It's getting late, it's time to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, otherwise it will be too late." Meng Ying said.
We have to eat dumplings in the evening, and we can’t let them all freeze.
Meng Ying took out a curtain to reserve the dumplings for dinner, then turned and asked, "What kind of dumplings would you like to eat tonight?"
"I want four with lamb and green onions, and four with pork and sauerkraut." Jian Shu thought for a moment and said, she didn't want to eat cabbage, and eight dumplings were enough for her.
Zhao Shuling went on to say, "I want five lamb and green onions, five pork and sauerkraut, and three pork and cabbage." She was in the growing stage, had a big appetite, and ate a lot.
Zhao Tianrui said excitedly, "Mom, cook all the dumplings I made. I made every one of them."
The three people who heard it turned pale.
Although the dumplings Zhao Tianrui made at the beginning looked nothing like what they were, at least they were intact.
Later, he began to let his imagination run wild. Not only did he make uglier dumplings than the last, but many of them even had broken skins. The filling had all squeezed out and smeared all over the skins. Just looking at them was unappetizing. How could he possibly eat them?
Jian Shu and the other two looked at each other, not wanting him to hear, and started communicating with their eyes.
Jianshu looked at Meng Ying sadly: Aunt, what should I do? I don’t want to eat the dumplings he made.
Zhao Shuling also looked over pitifully: Mom, I don’t want to eat either.
Meng Ying looked at the two of them helplessly: I don’t want to either.
Jianshu: Think of a solution quickly.
Meng Ying: Otherwise, I’ll give it to your Uncle Zhao.
Zhao Shuling: Dad definitely wouldn’t want to either.
Meng Ying: Don’t worry, he will agree.
Jianshu: Can you finish it? That's a lot.
Meng Ying and Zhao Yueling followed her gaze and looked over. Seeing the number of bags Zhao Tianrui had, they felt a little worried.
They couldn't help but look at each other, and the alliance between the three people collapsed in an instant.
Meng Ying: Respect the old and love the young. You have to respect me as an old man, and also cherish your brother's kindness. You can divide the rest.
Jianshu: Aunt, this is all your fault, so you should take responsibility for it.
Zhao Shuling: I am the youngest and I know nothing.
The three of them stared at each other fiercely, and there seemed to be lightning and thunder in the air.
At this time, Zhao Tianrui on the side didn't understand what was going on and answered his mother's previous question.
He counted on his fingers and said, "Mom, I want three mutton and green onion dumplings, two pork and cabbage dumplings, and two pork and sauerkraut dumplings."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he shifted the attention of the three people to him. Jian Shu's eyes lit up and he instantly had an idea.
Jianshu: I would rather die than let my friend die. Let Ruirui eat the remaining dumplings slowly by himself.
Meng Ying: That’s a good idea. It’s better if he makes it himself and eats it himself. It’s the result of his own labor.
Zhao Shuling: Ruirui is supposed to provide food for us, what should we do if he insists on giving it to us?
Jianshu: Auntie, I leave it to you, go and fool him.
Meng Ying: No problem, just watch me.
Meanwhile, the naive Zhao Tianrui hadn't realized his mother and sisters had formed an alliance. He looked at the three of them curiously, "Why aren't you talking?"
"Ah, nothing, Shushu Lingling, come and help me take out the remaining dumplings and freeze them." Meng Ying took the lead in changing the subject.
Then he quickly put the dumplings for dinner separately. After estimating the amount for himself and Zhao Mingze, he left some extra so that no one would have to add more if they didn't eat enough.
"Okay, here I come."
Jianshu and Zhao Yueling quickly stood up and helped Meng Ying take the dumplings outside to freeze them.
Zhao Tianrui also ran over to help, but was stopped by Jianshu.
You are just a five-year-old kid with so little strength, don’t let the dumplings fall to the ground. Food is precious now, so don’t waste it.
After returning to the living room, Jianshu remembered the things he brought.
"Aunt, I brought a roast duck and braised pork head, pig's trotters and chicken feet. Let's have some extra dishes for dinner." Jian Shu took the things out of the backpack and handed them to Meng Ying.
But after so long, the food has gone cold and needs to be heated up before it can be eaten in the evening.
In the past few months, Jianshu would send some food over from time to time, and Meng Ying told her to keep it for herself at the beginning, but she gradually got used to it later.
These are the child's intentions, and frequent rejection will make her have some thoughts in her mind.
She knew that Jianshu had a lot of money in his hands, and she didn't ask about the origins of these things. As long as he was sensible, it was fine.
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