Shen Mo was speechless for a long time.
No wonder the uncle said that there was no movement for a long time. According to this method, he may not be able to make a dish even if it gets dark.
He dried his hands, threw the tissue into the trash can, and asked Father Shen, "What are you doing now?"
"Shrimp dumplings." Father Shen put the dough that he rolled out in front of him, quite proud, "I didn't expect that I seem to have some talent for making pasta. Look at the thickness, isn't it very uniform?"
Shen Mo didn't answer, silently took a piece of dough, dug a small spoonful of filling into it, closed the sides of the dough, pinched it tightly, and asked Father Shen, "How many are there?"
Father Shen said, "Two."
"..." Shen Mo's hands were stagnant, his strength was over, and the filling leaked out of the dough.
Shen Mo felt that this was not preparing dinner for them, but self-intoxication.
Just like in the past, when his father tasted a kind of tea, he would study the life of a tea tree, read a poem, and travel to the place where the poet grew up. In short, the experience is greater than the result, so now, probably experience life in the kitchen.
Father Shen put the two dumplings he had wrapped, carefully held them in the palm of his hand, and showed them to them.
Bai Youwei seemed to be possessed by something, covered her heart and exclaimed: "Oh my God... so delicate! The size and shape are all the same, even the pleats are so beautiful! Uncle, is this really your first time making dumplings? It's so beautiful, I can't bear to eat it!"
Father Shen smiled and put down the dumplings, "It's still a little slower, no matter how beautiful it is, it won't help if you can't eat it."
There is some self-awareness.
Shen Mo made dumplings silently, very fast. He took the dough, filled it with fillings, folded one hand, grabbed the edge with the other hand, and wrapped a dumpling.
Of course, the appearance can not be compared with the two dumplings "finely crafted" by Shen's father, but it is better than the efficiency.
"I'll roll out some more dough, and you two will wrap it up first." Father Shen gave the two of them his place and turned around to get the dough.
Shen Mo and Bai Youwei sat together making dumplings.
Most of them were made by Shen Mo.
At first, Bai Youwei wrapped her bag decently, but gradually she became more casual, sometimes adding a pair of ears, sometimes pinching her tail, and in the end, she couldn't tell whether it was dumplings or buns, or something else.
Shen Mo nodded her nose with flour and teased, "Didn't you play enough mud when you were young?"
"I haven't played enough, I haven't played at all, okay?" Bai Youwei pinched four small feet for the dumplings in her hand, and said with all due respect, "I want to wrap it up a little more so that when you eat it, I can recognize which dumplings are made by me."
Shen Mo laughed, "It's hard not to recognize."
Bai Youwei asked curiously again, "Have you learned it before, when you wrap it up so fast?"
"I didn't learn it on purpose." Shen Mo said while wrapping the bag, "I used to be in the army, there would be some party programs during the New Year and festivals, and organizing everyone to make dumplings together could be regarded as an activity to enhance team friendship."
He paused and said in a low voice, "After all, I grew up beside my grandfather. This is the first time... I saw my dad preparing dinner."
"My dad knows how to cook. In my impression, his cooking skills seem to be pretty good, better than the nanny's cooking." Bai Youwei recalled, "But since I became lame, he doesn't seem to have cooked for me anymore. , During that time, he and my mother quarreled every day, and they moved out after arguing and never came back."
Shen Mo stopped, looked at her face, and asked softly, "Did you miss them?"
Bai Youwei shook her head, "I thought about it for the first few years, but now it's faded..."
Shen Mo lightly rubbed her head.
Bai Youwei clapped his hand with a smile: "I hate it, I got all the flour on my head!"
Shen Mo said, "that's when you made dumplings just now."
"You still don't admit it!" Bai Youwei also put flour on him.
The two got into a fight in the kitchen.
While playing, there was a noise outside. .
I don't know who suddenly shouted: "Bai Youwei!!!"