"Wow! Daddy is so awesome!" Long Yao immediately opened his mouth in envy and exclaimed.
Hearing Long Yao's voice, Long Mo raised his chin unconsciously, with a proud expression on his face.
His eyes glanced secretly at Hu Jiaojiao standing beside him.
"Long Mo, your dumplings are very beautiful. Your skills are almost as good as mine."
Hu Jiaojiao was also a little surprised. She didn't expect Long Mo to learn so quickly.
She thought that with Long Mo's cooking skills, he would be busy making dumplings.
I didn’t even think that the dumplings made by Long Mo were edible, I just asked him to chop some meat.
Hearing what Hu Jiaojiao said, Long Mo coughed lightly, pretending to be calm and placed the dumplings next to the dumplings made by Hu Jiaojiao side by side.
With a nonchalant expression on his face:
"Ahem... Just wrap it casually. It's very simple."
In fact, all of this was learned from carving jade hairpins for Hu Jiaojiao.
His rough hands had never done fine work, so he had to carefully control the force when carving the hairpin. After a few times, he became proficient in controlling the force. He has a strong learning ability and is also adept at making dumplings.
"Dad." At this time, Long Zhong asked stubbornly, "You are so good at making dumplings, why do you cook such terrible food?"
Long Mo: "..."
Suddenly I feel that his family has too many cubs. It would be better if there were two less.
Is it too late to throw it away now
"Puchi..." Hu Jiaojiao couldn't help but laughed out loud.
Seeing Long Mo's face darken at a speed visible to the naked eye, she held back her laughter and stroked his fur:
"Long Mo, it's okay. You're just not good at cooking, but you're great at other things. Every beast has its own strengths and weaknesses."
After hearing what Hu Jiaojiao said, Long Mo's expression improved a little.
He turned his head and looked at her unsurely, "Really?"
"Yeah, really!" Hu Jiaojiao tried hard to hold back her laughter and nodded seriously.
Long Mo narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice:
"Then tell me, what are you good at?"
"Just... making dumplings and hunting, both are pretty good..."
Hu Jiaojiao counted on her fingers seriously to prove that she was not lying.
Long Mo raised his eyebrows, and a strange look flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't get the answer he wanted, but he didn't continue asking.
Several kids also learned to make dumplings.
Yin Cang was the oldest. He wrapped a dumpling silently. Although it was a little crooked and not very pretty, it was obvious that he had tried very hard.
He put the dumplings on the plate somewhat embarrassedly.
In front of each child is a large plate with dumplings they made themselves.
Long Yu was the second one to finish making dumplings. His dumplings were similar to Yin Cang’s, but he put a little more meat filling in them, making the dumplings plump, like Long Yao’s belly.
Long Xiu's vision is still not very clear now, so his movements are very slow and careful, and he uses a small amount of meat filling, but the dumplings he makes are very beautiful.
"Second brother, the dumplings you make are so pretty." After wrapping the dumplings, Long Linger looked around and couldn't help but praise.
Then he held his dumplings in both hands and showed them to Hu Jiaojiao as if he was presenting a treasure.
"Mom, I've wrapped it too! Do you think it looks good?"
Hu Jiaojiao turned her head and looked over, her eyes fell on the dumplings in Long Linger's hand.
I saw that every wrinkle had been carved by the knife, without any excess space. Even the remaining flour on it was carved into an exquisite little white flower by Long Linger.
Neat and clean.
If you don’t know, you might think it’s a work of art in a display cabinet.
"Ling'er, your wrapping... is very beautiful." Hu Jiaojiao's mouth twitched and she gave a fair evaluation.
Only then did she realize that Ling'er actually had obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Hehe." Long Linger showed it to Yin Cang with a smile, her eyes narrowed into slits, and she was very happy.
After seeing it, Yin Cang felt ashamed and wrapped it more carefully.
On the other hand, let’s look at Long Zhong.
His hands seemed to have minds of their own. The dumpling skins in his hands refused to obey. After several attempts, he either made them ugly or couldn't close them at all.
Long Zhong became more and more irritable as he made the dumplings. Finally, in a fit of annoyance, he put the meat filling directly on the dumpling skin, placed it in the palm of his hand, and pinched it hard.
A grumpy dumpling is wrapped.
With a "bang", the dumplings were placed on the plate in a somewhat manic manner.
Long Zhong's almost frantic face had three words written in capital letters: "So annoying!"
"Eat the dumplings you made yourself." Long Mo glanced at Long Zhong and reminded him in a cold voice.
Hu Jiaojiao nudged Long Mo's waist with her elbow and said softly, "Zhong'er, don't be anxious, take your time."
When Long Yao, who was standing by, heard Long Mo's words, the expression on his chubby face suddenly became serious.
Because his hands were too small, he simply put the dumpling skins directly on the plate, pinching them and scratching his face from time to time.
He didn't notice at all that his face had turned into a little cat.
After a "serious" tinkering, he excitedly held the "dumplings" in his hands, stood up and said loudly:
"Mom! Xiaowu is also wrapped!"
Hu Jiaojiao and a few others looked over in the direction of the sound.
They saw that Long Yao was holding something that looked like poop in his hand. If it wasn't white, they would have thought it was something Long Yao had just defecated.
When Long Zhong saw it, his annoyance was immediately soothed, and he laughed out loud: "Hahaha! Xiaowu, what did you wrap, a pile of shit?"
Long Yao: "..."
Long Zhong ignored his angry face and continued to add fuel to the fire, "Daddy said that you should eat what you make yourself, so don't eat ours later."
Looking at his dumplings, which were ugly but not so ugly that he couldn't eat them, Long Zhong suddenly felt confident.
"Ouch!" Long Yao was so angry that he grimaced and sat back on the small stool, retorting: "Third brother's dumplings are so ugly! I don't want to eat yours..."
A family makes dumplings “happily and harmoniously.”
Although the other orcs in the tribe were not as lively, they all crawled into bed, burned charcoal, and enjoyed warmth for the first time in winter.
…
at the same time.
In the forest, a group of Gray Wolf orcs were trudging hard in the cold wind and heavy snow.
When they were almost at their destination, they finally found a cave. Hundreds of orcs were crowded in such a small cave that there was hardly even enough space for an ant to pass through.
A Gray Wolf Orc walked into the cave from the heavy snow, came all the way to the innermost part of the cave, prostrated himself on the ground, and respectfully said to the lazy orc sitting on the stone in front of him:
"Chief, the tribe is ahead."
When they sent back the message last time, they already knew the approximate location of the tribe.
It was just because the strange thing used by the dragon orc was extremely powerful, so for the sake of safety, we delayed coming here until winter.
"Oh? How many orcs did they send on patrol? Are there a lot of orcs defending?"
Lang Shuo narrowed his eyes and asked in a firm voice.
The Gray Wolf Orc swallowed and answered hesitantly:
"Reporting to the leader, there is not a single one..."