Zhao Sao asked, "You two got the certificate?"
"I got it early, and my friend has already been treated." Mo Zhengyan said with a smile, and Song Qiyue had to nod her head beside her.
"Sister Song family, your eyes are so good, look at your family, he looks so handsome! We can't find one like this in our county!" Auntie Zhao laughed, and she kept complimenting her. While holding the two pairs of them, he said, "Little Sister Song Family, when did you get the certificate with Vice President Zhou, you two pairs will be complete! How great!"
"The two sisters have such good eyesight, and the ones who are looking for are only one in a million!" Sister Zhao has also seen many men, the least physically strong man in the mining area, but she has never seen such two handsome boys.
When it comes to marriage, Song Xiangwan is a little shy. She smiled, "Don't worry, I'll talk about it when I'm busy."
Zhou Suhe said, "Sister Zhao, don't be polite with me, just call my name, and don't sing Vice President Zhou again."
"Don't worry about it today, just call out Brother Zhou today!" Foreman Zhao smiled and asked again, "Sister Song family, for your family, let's just call out Brother Mo! "
"Okay, Brother Zhao." Mo Zhengyan also responded.
Sister Zhao said, "You talk slowly. I'm going to make dumplings. Today we will eat dumplings."
"There are dumplings? That's great!" When Song Qiyue heard something delicious, her eyes sparked, and she raised her hand and said, "Sister Zhao, I'll pack it with you!"
Mo Zhengyan asked in surprise, "You will?"
"A little bit." Song Qiyue was also honest, "However, I can still learn now."
Sister Zhao said, "Don't be busy, both of you don't need to be busy anymore. You will be the guests when you come. How can I let you do it."
"It's still early, and we are fine when we are idle. Besides, we don't make dumplings in our own house, Zhao Sao, you can teach us!" Song Qiyue was curious, and really wanted to help.
Zhou Suhe said by the side, "Sister Zhao, you can teach her, otherwise she probably won't be able to sleep tonight."
"Then I'll be together, too, and I will study hard." Song Xiangwan also said.
Mo Zhengyan looked sideways at Song Qiyue and smiled, and then sighed, "I'm afraid you will get more and more help. If something happens later, Zhao Sao, you must be mentally prepared."
"Mo Zhengyan! Did you demolish my station like this?" Song Qiyue said.
Zhao Gongtou and Zhao Sao laughed happily. Song Xiangwan was also smiling, but he saw Zhou Suhe on the side. Although he was smiling, his smile was so weak that it was almost invisible.
Originally, Mrs. Zhao was only making dumplings by herself, which could not take up much space. Now that she has a lot of staff, she has removed the table in the hall and moved all the flour and minced meat. Song Qiyue and Song Xiangwan washed their hands and put on aprons and stood by the table.
The dough was rolled out early in the morning, and Zhao Sao made preparations early.
"Bring a bowl." Sister Zhao shouted, and Song Qiyue hurriedly handed a bowl.
Sister Zhao turned the bowl over, put her back on the skin, and then took a knife and drew a circle along the edge of the bowl, and a piece of dumpling skin was picked up in a shape.
Song Qiyue was surprised to see, "It can still be like this!"
"Very convenient." Song Xiangwan saw it for the first time.
"Sister Zhao, I will definitely do this, don't worry!" Song Qiyue signed a ticket and started to do it.
Song Xiangwan was also alone and started making dumpling wrappers.
"Then I'll leave these to you two, I'll prepare the meat filling." Zhao Sao responded.
Here two women are working hard, and in the other room, two men chatting with Foreman Zhao. After chatting for a few words, the village name came to Mr. Zhao, and he got up to answer. The tea at hand was warm, and Mo Zhengyan and Zhou Suhe sat alone.
Zhou Suhe said, "I didn't expect Mo always to come."
"Su He, why should the family be so polite? Don't say Mr. Mo every bit." Mo Zhengyan replied, "Just like Xiang Wan, just call me brother-in-law."
Song Xiangwan changed her mouth, and she changed it just when Mo Zhengyan arrived, but she hadn't changed her mouth a long time ago.
Zhou Suhe smiled, "Xiang Wan has always been sensible, so many people are here, so of course he shouts. I am used to it, and I can't change it, Uncle Mo."
"Then you can do whatever you get used to." Mo Zhengyan didn't insist on correcting him either.
Zhou Suhe held the teacup lightly, and asked quietly, "Uncle Mo suddenly came over this time, is he uneasy?"
"It's a remote place, she's a girl, of course I am a little worried." Mo Zhengyan responded.
Zhou Suhe said, "It's not just that."
"Is there anything else?" he asked rhetorically.
"As for everything else, only Uncle Mo knows this." Zhou Suhe took a sip of the teacup.
Mo Zhengyan squeezed the tea cup and put it down, "Nothing else, just come and see her."
He said, but put down the cup and looked at the figure in the room still making dumpling wrappers, "I'll go in and take a look."
Mo Zhengyan got up and walked inside.
"Which step are you all going to?" Mo Zhengyan came to the table and he looked at it.
"There are some more." Song Xiangwan replied.
Song Qiyue smiled, "Do you always come to check?"
"Come to check on you and see how your craftsmanship is." Mo Zhengyan approached her, and then asked, "Which are your finished products?"
On both sides of this table, the dumpling skins are neatly laid out. It's just that one side is neat, and the other side is a bit crooked, some edges and corners are not smooth, and some are mixed together, and it is not clear who did it.
Mo Zhengyan looked at it and said, "I think these good ones are Xiang Wan's finished products. As for the rest of the undecent ones, they are all your masterpieces."
"You too underestimated me!" Song Qiyue was not convinced!
"Then tell me, which ones are yours?" Mo Zhengyan asked with a smile.
Song Qiyue glared at him, and then took a bowl and scratched dumpling wrappers. She snorted, "Forget it, those that are not decent are my masterpieces. You'd better not eat what I made for a while. dumpling skin."
"I still want to eat these masterpieces of yours. I really want to taste it. How unpalatable what you have cooked." Mo Zhengyan replied.
"If you just eat a piece of skin, what can you eat?"
"A dish also depends on the appearance. Your appearance is obviously inferior to your sister's. Even if the essence is the same, the color and fragrance are not enough."
Song Qiyue found that she couldn't argue with him, she replied, "Wrong reason! You can make dumplings if you have the ability! I see how outstanding your work is!"
"Su He, come here." Song Xiangwan yelled when she saw Zhou Su He.
At this moment, Zhou Suhe also slowly walked in and came to the door of this room. He looked at the scene inside. It was a scene of him and her standing together. He used to be the generation of his uncle and niece. Feeling that the former abrupt feeling faded a bit, which made his brows constricted.
Hearing Song Xiangwan's call, he walked in.
"Su He, do you think the dumpling wrapper I made?" Song Xiangwan pointed to the dumpling wrapper he had cut.
Zhou Suhe just heard their conversation, and when he looked at it immediately, it was really flat, "You used to be good at hand."
However, the other two people were still arguing.
"Why? Don't you dare to pack? I'm afraid of being laughed at!" Song Qiyue started to arouse him.
Mo Zhengyan laughed, he was already rolling up his sleeves, "There really is nothing I dare not dare to."
Mo Zhengyan was about to play, Zhou Suhe didn't hang around, he also took off his jacket. Sister Zhao has already mixed the filling, which is a big pot of stuffed cabbage. Sister Zhao was going to pack it herself, but now when she saw the four of them, she smiled and said, "It seems that I am waiting to eat today?"
"Sister Zhao, let us come." Song Qiyue smiled.
Sister Zhao saw that they were happy, so she let them go, and she went cooking. During the period, Foreman Zhao also came back and saw four people busy at the table, "Are you making dumplings in the competition?"
"Yes." Song Qiyue answered.
Song Xiangwan said, "At that moment, let Brother Zhao be a judge to see whose dumplings are good."
"Okay, I'll be a judge! You are a team of two!" Foreman Zhao responded with a smile.
It was not a two-person team. Mo Zhengyan and Song Qiyue were in a team. Zhou Suhe was naturally a team with Song Xiangwan. The two teams started an informal game, but they also got serious. Foreman Zhao was watching, and he couldn't help saying, "Little Sister Song's craftsmanship is pretty good."
"Sister Zhao taught me just now, so I remembered it." Song Xiangwan replied, earnestly wrapping dumplings in her hands.
"The craftsmanship of my brother this week is also very good." Zhao Foreman said again, he also saw the few that Zhou Suhe had just wrapped.
On that plate, Zhou Suhe wrapped a few of them. They were very beautiful, complete and full, with no fillings overflowing at all. They were placed in an elegant, vertical row.
"Brother Zhou, have you made dumplings before?" Mr. Zhao asked casually.
Zhou Suhe nodded, and Song Xiangwan replied, "We used to have events in our school. He did it, and I did it with July."
"It was a campus festival at that time." Song Qiyue also responded.
It was still in Haida, Haida’s campus festival. As the chairman of the student union, Zhou Suhe himself made dumplings in the cafeteria once that year, and Song Qiyue and Song Xiangwan also participated. The dumplings made by Song Qiyue received mediocre response, but Song Xiangwan sold well. At that time, Zhou Suhe was clearly not good at craftsmanship and not good at making dumplings, but the dumplings he made later turned out to be on sale, and it was hard to find a bowl.
Song Qiyue laughed and said at the time that appearance is really important.
During the campus festival, the dumplings made for the first time, Song Qiyue did not eat a bowl in the end.
For a long time afterwards, Song Qiyue clamored to eat dumplings at school from time to time, and he always bought them for her.
"Mo Zhengyan, your bag is so ugly, we are sure to lose!" But suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted, and Song Qiyue shouted.
Mo Zhengyan squeezed the dumpling skin, but didn't know how to squeeze out the lace, Song Qiyue went to him to teach it, and at this moment, who really cares whether it is good or bad.
Zhou Suhe is sure in his hands.
Some things Song Qiyue didn't know.
Later, every time she ate dumplings, he made them by himself.