"I'll make the chive boxes and scallion pancakes, you guys just make the dumplings."
Su's mother reserved some dough for making chive dumplings and scallion pancakes, and placed the rest on a round winnowing basket.
Xiaowu learned his lesson this time and did not secretly pinch the dough like last time.
He followed Su's mother wherever she went, and finally successfully joined the dumpling-making army.
I saw him spread out the dumpling wrapper with his chubby hands, put a fingernail-sized amount of leek and pork filling in it, and then clenched his fists until the dumpling wrapper was firmly stuck to it.
Mother Su looked at the strange dumplings made by Xiaowu with some disdain and said quietly, "Whoever made the dumplings should eat them after they are cooked. Otherwise, you can't make them together next time."
Xiaowu looked at the four or five dumplings he had wrapped, looked at everyone with his round eyes, and continued his "great creation".
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The sunset dyed the sky orange, and the hardworking people returned home one after another, carrying their hoes.
Su Qing took the dumplings to the kitchen to cook.
Cheng Fangyi has woken up and is helping the children cut their hair.
The gentle evening breeze brought the aroma of food from the kitchen, and Xiaowu couldn't help himself.
"Dad, can you cut it faster?"
"If you don't mind cutting your ears off, I can do it right away."
Xiaowu snorted, thinking that he should not have let Xiaoliu cut his hair first.
"Dad, can I cut half of it first, eat my meal, and then cut the other half?"
Looking at his half-cut hair in the mirror, Xiaowu became even more anxious.
"no."
After being rejected repeatedly, Xiaowu gave up and began to appreciate her own beauty carefully.
"Xiaowu, sit still and don't kick your legs. If you break your mother's mirror, you'll have your buttocks split in two."
Cheng Fangyi had no idea what to do with his talkative and active son.
Every time I talk to him, I respond nicely, but then I forget about it completely.
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