Ahhhh!
"Hahaha!" Lu Zhishan hugged the hairy Mu Nanzhi, laughing and kissing him. The stubble pricked Mu Nanzhi until he hid and laughed.
"Cousin, get up and drive! Hahaha! It's so itchy! Haha!"
"Prince and concubine, everything is ready." Jixiang stood at the door and called inside.
Mu Nanzhi immediately pushed Lu Zhishan away, straightened his clothes, and then said to Jixiang: "Then send him in."
"Yes, slave, I obey."
Ji Xiang opened the door and came in with three waiters. They placed the prepared noodles, chopped fillings, rolling pins, boards and other practical items on the round table, and then bowed and left in a hurry.
"I'm making dumplings! I'm making dumplings!" Mu Nanzhi was so busy that he jumped off the couch and ran to clean his hands happily.
Lu Zhishan looked at the child's back and couldn't help but curled his lips. He also put on his shoes and slipped them. After the child cleaned his hands, he twisted a handkerchief over and wiped it with Lu Zhishan with a flattering look. He held his hand and said flatteringly: "Cousin, you have to teach me well in a while."
Lu Zhishan took the handkerchief and wiped his hands himself, while asking: "What should I teach you?"
"Make dumplings," Mu Nanzhi blinked, "Didn't my cousin just say that you can make many kinds of dumplings? Aren't you going to teach me?"
"Isn't it enough that I can make dumplings?" Lu Zhishan put the handkerchief on the shelf and said to Mu Nanzhi matter-of-factly, "From now on, my cousin will be responsible for making dumplings, and my daughter will be responsible for eating them. Isn't that all right?"
Mu Nanzhi tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded and said with a smile: "What my cousin said makes sense. It's just the two of us, so one can take care of the other."
"That's it, come here." Lu Zhishan tapped the tip of the child's nose.
The two came to the table and sat down. Mu Nanzhi lay on the table and watched Lu Zhishan methodically kneading noodles and rolling out dumpling wrappers. Her big dark eyes followed Lu Zhishan's hands. Go, I can't get enough of it: "Cousin, your hands are so beautiful, the dumplings you make must be delicious too."
Lu Zhishan couldn't help but laugh: "So my cousin can afford to be beautiful and delicious in his lifetime?"
"Cousin, how can you be so beautiful? You can eat every meal with your beauty." Mu Nanzhi stood up, quickly kissed the man on the face, and sat down again in a hurry, as if he had successfully teased a good woman. The virtues of a bully.
Lu Zhishan wanted to reach out and pinch the child's face, but he gave up the idea when he saw the white dough in his hand and continued to knead the dough harder, almost as if the dough was the child's face.
"This is the Crescent Moon Dumpling, this is the Wheat Dumpling, and this is the Yuanbao Dumpling," Lu Zhishan wrapped them flexibly with both hands while telling Mu Nanzhi, "This is the Sunflower Dumpling."
Mu Nanzhi looked at the various shapes of dumplings in front of him and admired Lu Zhishan: "Cousin, when I married you, I didn't expect that there would be so many benefits."
Lu Zhishan smiled and placed the sunflower dumpling in his hand in front of Mu Nanzhi, and said softly: "My cousin still has a lot of good things in him. I'm just waiting for my daughter to take my time to dig them out."
"How to dig? How to dig?" Mu Nanzhi stared at the beautiful sunflower dumplings in front of him and asked casually.
"Dig at night..." Lu Zhishan raised his chin meaningfully towards the bedroom, "dig on the bed..."
The corner of Mu Nanzhi's mouth twitched: "... Cousin, you are so shameless."