"Then ask Ci Ci to make one for me to see."
Ms. Lin's tone was calm, but it seemed as if she had seen through him.
Jiang Xingzhou was not afraid at all. After all, there was an Internet cable between them, so even if he didn't know how to do it, Ms. Lin couldn't do anything to him.
"Just wrap it up. I really learned it."
Song Ci very consciously picked up her phone and started filming, while Jiang Xingzhou picked up the dumpling wrappers he had just rounded and started making the fillings. Knowing that if he put in too much, the dumplings would not be able to be wrapped, Jiang Xingzhou added the fillings very cautiously.
"Who are you giving that little bit of stuffing to? Duoduo even dislikes it." Ms. Lin complained.
Jiang Xingzhou looked up blankly: "Mom, who is Duoduo?"
He recalled his relatives and found that there was no child named Duoduo.
Besides, shouldn’t even dogs dislike this
Isn't it a bad idea to just use someone else's child's name
Ms. Lin remained calm throughout the whole process and said, "Your new brother."
"New?" Jiang Xingzhou felt that he had grasped the key point.
It's amazing.
Jiang Xingzhou snatched the phone from Song Ci's hand, stared at the camera and asked in disbelief: "No, Mom, you gave birth to another child while I was in school?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ms. Lin glared at him angrily. "I am already over 50 years old. I think it would be better for you to give me a grandson as soon as possible."
"mom… "
Jiang Xingzhou subconsciously glanced at Song Ci next to him, and sure enough, her face turned red again.
"Mom, please stop talking. Who is Duoduo?"
His father interrupted at the right moment and said, "The dog your mother bought a while ago."
"Woof, woof woof woof..."
Duoduo very considerately called out twice, and the scene changed, and Jiang Xingzhou saw a Shiba Inu.
Jiang Xingzhou commented: "… it's pretty good."
"Oh, let me tell you something. We have a cat here. Maybe you need to keep it at our house when we get back. Song Song's father seems to be allergic to cat hair."
"Did you buy a cat?"
"I didn't buy it," Jiang Xingzhou explained, "I just fed a stray cat a while ago, and the cat gave us his son to thank us."
Ms. Lin: “…”
Why doesn't she believe it
"Don't disbelieve me. What I said is true. If you don't believe me, ask Song Song, right?"
Song Ci was still daydreaming when she was called out again. She quickly replied, "Yes, Auntie Xingzhou is right. I... No, it was Orange, the one that the stray cat gave to us."
"Is that so?" Ms. Lin thought thoughtfully, "Have you taken it to the veterinary hospital for a checkup?"
"Don't worry, Mom. We've checked and the kittens are only a few months old and are healthy.
I won’t talk to you anymore. We both have to go to the supermarket to buy ready-made dumpling wrappers. Let’s hang up now.”
"Hey... you little brat..."
"Auntie..."
Pop.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't give Ms. Lin a chance to say more. He hung up the phone decisively and turned to grin at Song Ci.
Song Ci pushed him: "Auntie hasn't finished talking yet."
"Oh, it's okay. My mom is a talkative person. She'll talk endlessly later. Let's go to the supermarket, shall we?"
"Okay~"
Before going out, Jiang Xingzhou took the initiative to wrap up the Song porcelain like a dumpling, and wore it himself to look very elegant.
"It will be cold," Song Ci put on a mask and a hat, revealing only her big eyes, and looked up at him worriedly, "Put on another layer."
Jiang Xingzhou was silent for a moment, put his hands in his pockets, opened his arms and opened his coat, then he took a step forward, and the next second, Song Ci was completely wrapped in his arms.
He pressed Song Ci's back and said, "Look, it's more than enough to wrap you up, so Song Song, would you consider coming here to help me keep warm?"
Song Ci blinked and asked him to put on more clothes, why did he cover her up now
“But isn’t this equivalent to me wearing one more piece of clothing?” Song Ci looked confused.
Jiang Xingzhou argued: "Your body temperature was transmitted to me, so I was warm."
"Oh..." Song Ci was silent.
"Then we can't keep doing this when we go to the supermarket, so..." She stepped out of Jiang Xingzhou's arms, "Jiang Jiang, you should just go and get dressed."
Jiang Xingzhou didn't move. He looked at her with a strange expression and said, "Why don't you call me Xingzhou?"
When he talked about this, Song Ci blushed.
"Then... I... I, I can't call you by your full name in front of your parents... And calling you Jiang Jiang isn't nice either." Song Ci lowered her head and explained in a low voice.
Jiang Xingzhou thought for a moment and said, "That's the truth. So Xingzhou is the only name I should use in front of my parents?"
"… Um."
"Okay then." Jiang Xingzhou didn't argue any more, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to get out of the door and he would have wasted so much time standing at the door.
"Wait here while I go get another set of clothes."
Song Ci immediately looked up in surprise and nodded with a smile: "Yes!"
Jiang Xingzhou went back to his room, took out a sweater, put it inside, and then put on his coat again.
"Come on, let's go buy some dumpling wrappers."
"Well, what do we do with all that noodles?"
"Let's make noodles. Hand-rolled noodles are better. Or you can just make a pancake or something."
Song Ci took his hand and shook it happily: "Then I'll do it in the afternoon."
The two people went to the supermarket with only one purpose this time, and it was already half past eleven, so they did not stay in the supermarket for too long. After buying, they rode the electric scooter back.
Next, it’s time to make dumplings.
Jiang Xingzhou looked at the half-wrapped dumpling he had made, silently picked it up and pinched the edge of the dumpling bit by bit, leaving a small hole, then picked up the tongs and stuffed some stuffing into it.
"Song Song, do you think it will swell up like this?"
Song Ci had just put away the noodles and was about to take out the dumpling wrappers. Upon hearing this, he turned around and took a look. He nodded in approval and said in a very supportive manner: "It's puffed up!"
"But... your mother didn't teach you this just now. It doesn't look good when you pinch it this way."
"Well, I haven't learned it yet." Jiang Xingzhou laughed.
Song Ci glared at him: "You just answered so positively... Let me do it."
She took the dumpling from Jiang Xingzhou's hand, recalling Ms. Lin's actions just now in her mind. After placing her fingers on it, she pinched it hard, and it really looked like the real thing.
Jiang Xingzhou was even more generous with his praise: "It's amazing, you are worthy of being Song Song, you are more talented than me, it seems I need to study harder."
Song Ci looked away a little embarrassedly: "No, you can do it if you work harder."
"Yeah, then Song Song, you teach me."
"Okay~"
Jiang Xingzhou helped take out the dumpling wrappers he had bought, took one for himself, put in the fillings, and said excitedly, "Song Song, I'm done, what should I do next?"
Song Ci had just put her stuffing in and whispered, "Wait a minute, I'll finish wrapping this and teach you."
"OK."
Song Ci first folded the dumpling wrapper in half, pinched the middle part with difficulty, and then started pinching it again as before.
Oops, failed.
The fillings are squeezed out and blocked between the dumpling skins. As a result, the dumplings that are not sealed properly will fall apart after being put into the pot, and the fillings will float all over the pot.
She wrinkled her red nose and turned to show Jiang Xingzhou: "I failed too."
Jiang Xingzhou: "Ah..."
He immediately adjusted his attitude and comforted her: "It's okay, it's the first time, this is already amazing. Since we can't seal it in one go, let's do a second process."
Jiang Xingzhou put down the dumplings in his hand, took Song Ci's dumplings, and said, "This way, pull the dough and the mouth will be sealed."
Song Ci looked at the ugly dumpling in Jiang Xingzhou's palm, and her slightly pouting mouth instantly broke, and she burst into laughter.
“So ugly.”
"As long as it's edible." Jiang Xingzhou didn't have high requirements.
"I understand," Song Ci said, "When I pinch you again later, I can seal my mouth first like you did before."
She closed her eyes and patted her eyelids, then took Jiang Xingzhou's dumplings and demonstrated, "Just like this, pinch a circle first, then pinch like this... OK!"
Jiang Xingzhou took a look and found that it was indeed molded well, and the shape was much better than the one he had just processed twice.
Now that they had found the method, the two of them no longer hesitated and refilled the fillings. Jiang Xingzhou did not learn either, but sealed the mouth himself and pinched it for Song Ci.
This added an extra step, but also one more person, so the speed was not very slow, and the two of them had almost finished wrapping the dumplings before half past twelve.
Jiang Xingzhou looked at the remaining dumplings that were only sealed but not shaped, and volunteered, "I'll do it. Song Song will teach me."
"Okay!" Song Ci patted the flour off his hands and guided Jiang Xingzhou to the correct posture.
"Yes, that's it..."
"Okay, harder..."
"Gather it in the middle, that's it! Jiang Jiang is awesome!"
Jiang Xingzhou looked at the dumplings in his hand. Song Ci held his hand and taught him how to make them step by step. Although they didn't look very good, it was a success anyway.
"Then I'll go boil some water and you make the remaining three dumplings."
Song Ci was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Jiang Xingzhou: "Wait a moment."
"What's the matter?" Song Ci asked puzzledly.
Jiang Xingzhou smiled mysteriously, and then under her gaze, he stretched out his fingers and drew a white beard on her cheek.
"Hmm..."
A long time ago, Song Ci used this method to seal his mouth. Now he used the same method to draw a beard on Song Ci. Of course, it was not to seal her mouth, because Song Ci was a man of few words.
Just... cute.
"Go ahead."
Song Ci wanted to raise her hand to wipe it off, but halfway through, she noticed Jiang Xingzhou's gaze, put her hand down again, and said in a muffled voice: "Then I'll go boil some water."
"Well, go ahead, be safe."
“Oh.”
"… "
“Hahahahahaha…”
It's just very cute.
He felt aggrieved when a beard was painted on him, his cheeks puffed up with anger but he didn't say a word.
After watching Song Ci disappear around the corner of the kitchen, Jiang Xingzhou continued to make the remaining dumplings.
Without Song Ci's step-by-step instruction, the dumplings he made were just barely presentable, but at least he managed to make them today.
It’s really troublesome to eat dumplings. I’d better eat frozen dumplings next time.
When the two of them were clinking glasses with dumplings, Jiang Xingzhou finally realized that he had forgotten to shoot such good material.
"It's okay. We can just do it again tonight. There are still some dumpling wrappers in the refrigerator."
Jiang Xingzhou shook his head: "No, no, maybe next time. I'm sure you'll tire me out this time."
Song Ci burst out laughing, suddenly leaned over and opened her mouth to bite away the dumpling that he had clamped on the plate.
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
"Then I want one too."
He widened his eyes and insisted that Song Ci pick up a piece.
The dumplings filled Song Ci's mouth. She gently raised her hand to cover her mouth and smiled as she picked up a piece for Jiang Xingzhou.
Jiang Xingzhou went to the quick-serve box and ate it himself, and then he was happy.
"Hmph~"
Song Ci: “.”
After finishing the meal, the two of them stuck together as usual. Jiang Xingzhou rubbed Song Ci's little ears and said, "After eating dumplings, Song Song's ears won't freeze off."
Song Ci smiled and slapped his hand away: "It's not that exaggerated. It won't freeze off anyway."
"I don't care. Anyway, our Song Song has been blessed."
Song Ci read it for a while, propped up his head and looked at Jiang Xingzhou and said seriously: "Then Jiang Jiang also ate dumplings, and was also blessed. We are all blessed."
Orange: “Meow meow meow~”
Although it doesn’t understand what its owners are saying, it also wants it!
Song Ci picked up Orange with a smile, let it step on its hind legs on its legs, grabbed its two front legs, shook them and said: "Orange is the same, Orange also ate dumplings, our family is blessed, our ears will not be frozen off~"
Orange smiled contentedly at Song Ci: "Meow~~~"
No matter how Jiang Xingzhou looked at it, he felt that Orange's smile was really cunning.
Thinking that after returning home, the lecherous cat Orange would not be able to see Song Ci for a while, he reluctantly forgave it.
Jiang Xingzhou turned around and rubbed Song Ci's ear again, and replied to her gently: "Yes, Song Song is right, our family of three are blessed."
Hearing this, Song Ci let go of Orange's claws, grinned foolishly, and threw herself into his arms again to act coquettishly.
After acting coquettishly for a while, Song Ci took out her mobile phone and opened the software store.
"Oh, my editor asked me to run a Weibo account. I'm going to download one now."
Jiang Xingzhou nodded and watched her operations silently.
Soon, Weibo was downloaded, and Song Ci opened it rather awkwardly, then unfollowed a bunch of accounts that the system asked him to follow before clicking in.
"Register first." Jiang Xingzhou reminded.
He has an unused Weibo account, and I know that he registered it first.
"Oh, okay."
Then log in with one click using Songci's mobile phone number.
Jiang Xingzhou reminded again: "Think carefully when choosing a nickname, and you can only change it once a year."
Changing your name requires membership, Jiang Xingzhou thinks this is a scam.
"Just use a pen name, don't choose anything else." Song Ci said.
Hearing this, Jiang Xingzhou raised his eyebrows. Why not avoid him
He was still wondering, Song Ci had already found a place to change his name and started to modify his nickname.
"Cicicicicmu..." Song Ci muttered to himself.
"Okay."
She clicks OK.
Nickname is taken.
Jiang Xingzhou thought to himself, it was indeed taken. This was normal. He had added two numbers at the end of his crappy name so that no one would take it.
"Ah..." Song Ci curled her lips.
Jiang Xingzhou held his forehead with his hand. It seemed that Song Ci had not realized that he had been exposed.
He coughed twice and read aloud.
"Time, time, time, mu..."