Squeeze the spinach to extract its juice and mix with flour to make green dumplings.
Yan Xiaoxia and the other three were amazed after seeing it. It was the first time they had seen such a strange idea.
In order to make the dumplings look more colorful, they also picked flowers from the greenhouse and laboriously made yellow, purple and pink dumplings.
The colors are different and the fillings are different.
When the old general heard that the girls were making dumplings in the small kitchen, he nodded happily and told the housekeeper, "Go and give them some jewelry and beads. Girls like these. When Xiaoxia and her sisters leave, tell them to come more often in the future. They can't leave their aunt alone."
Girls love weird and colorful dumplings.
Yan Gui finished his practice and came over to take a look. Several girls were busy and serious. Wei Yang, who usually talked but didn't do anything, also stretched out her hand. Seeing Yan Gui coming, she quickly stretched out her flour-covered hand and showed it to him with a smile: "Look, is it white?"
How can the noodles that have touched your hands not be white
Yan Gui knew that she didn't want him to see her hand. Sure enough, Wei Yang's little hand was eager to touch Yan Gui's face.
This was the first time for the Yan family girls to see their uncle's handsome face covered with flour. They wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. Later, when they saw that their uncle was not angry, they became bolder and started to smear flour on each other.
Perhaps because Yan Gui was standing aside, they were quite restrained and only put some flour on their faces and some on their bodies and hair, so not much flour was wasted.
After the dumplings were wrapped and cooked, Xiao Cao brought the food box to General Yan's room and said, "This time, the girls prepared the fillings for the dumplings and wrapped them by hand."
Xiaocao served the colorful dumplings under General Yan's expectant gaze. As expected, she saw the corners of General Yan's mouth twitched twice.
“Can you eat these colorful dumplings?”
This expression has already appeared once on Yan Gui's face, so it is not surprising to see it again.
She ignored the old general's sullen face and put the dumplings on the table one by one. "Old general, don't be fooled by their strange colors. They taste good. This dumpling is stuffed with beef and mushrooms. It's tender and delicious. This dumpling is stuffed with chicken and winter bamboo shoots. It's fresh and delicious. This dumpling is stuffed with cabbage and pork. It has a rich texture. This dumpling is stuffed with radish and mutton. It's not fishy or woody, and it's delicious."
The old general had served in the military all his life and had eaten countless dumplings. This was the first time he had eaten dumplings of so many flavors, and also the first time he had seen dumplings of so many different colors.
"I want this white flour one, okay? You can exchange the red and green ones for this one." The old general said, pointing at the only undyed dumpling.
Xiao Cao placed the chopsticks and the small bowl of dipping sauce in front of General Yan: "Try it, you won't regret it. If you can't finish it, give it to the butler."
After saying that, he turned and left.
The old general picked up the chopsticks hesitantly, ate a dumpling, and was in a good mood. He praised the dumpling while eating, and finished it in the blink of an eye...
The butler who was serving beside him swallowed his saliva several times, complaining in his heart: What happened to the one who said he didn't like it? What happened to the one who said he would give the butler some if he couldn't finish it? He had been waiting for a long time, but the old general didn't give him any.
The well-fed old general moved a chair and sat in the sun in a sheltered place.
The warm sunshine shines on the old general. He eats and drinks enough and basks in the sun. What an enviable and memorable life!