Even though the world has been destroyed once, many customs still remain.
In the eastern part of the northern hemisphere, almost every household eats dumplings during the Chinese New Year.
Gong's Martial Arts School is no exception. Gong Yingxue, Gan Xiaoyi, and Chu Kuang are in charge, making all the dumplings beautiful in shape and full of fillings.
Wu Chan doesn't like celebrating the New Year.
Of course, it's not annoying either.
Because the Wu family does not celebrate the New Year or the holidays. For Wu Chan, the Chinese New Year is just a time point in the transition of years.
Growing up in an environment where the years were poor, Wu Chan had only seen in film and television works the scene of everyone sitting together laughing and making dumplings. Now that he was in it and experienced it for himself, it was a subtle feeling that he could not describe. .
Wu Chan thought for a long time before he could barely think of a word.
Warm.
This is a word that is very far away from the Wu family.
This is due to the philosophy of Wu Mie, the leader of the Wu family: the feeling of happiness will make people weak, and the Wu family only needs invulnerable iron-blooded warriors.
Wu Chan looked at it and couldn't help but feel a little lost.
His arm was suddenly touched.
"Would you like to try it yourself?"
"Um?"
Wu Chan turned his head and met Shen Jin's slightly playful eyes.
"try what?"
Shen Jin said: "Make dumplings."
Wu Chan said: "I won't try. My hands are used to holding big guns and swords, so I can't do such delicate work."
Gong Jingsheng said: "Yes, warriors stay away from cooks."
Gong Yingxue, who was working, glanced over: "Huh?"
Gong Jingsheng said: "What I mean is that the Snow Mountain Lingzong has long trained us to be stubborn. We can't do anything except fighting and killing. People like you who are good at cooking are the real civil and military talents." Have both, and know the true meaning of enjoying life.”
Gong Yingxue said: "Training your tongue is a compulsory course for Snow Mountain Lingzong even if you are not the only one. If you are lazy, just be lazy and find excuses."
Rollo said: "Is this a formal reason?"
Ma Sang, who helped with the attack, said, "That's right."
Luo Luo said: "My hands are used to holding scalpels, so I can't do the delicate work of making dumplings."
Wu Chan: "..."
Tu Shuang said: "My hands are used to holding crossbows."
Ma Mang: "..."
The two bosses felt ashamed of their employees' cheating.
Gong Tiantian also joined in the fun: "My hands are used to holding an axe. Making dumplings is really not suitable for me."
Bai Zhizhi pinched a small amount of flour and sprinkled it on his head, then curled up into a ball and pretended to be a dumpling: "Zhizhizhi."
Gong Tiantian said: "Stop pretending, you are so big, you are not a dumpling, but a steamed bun."
The little monkey squeaked and changed back to its original shape, seeming to be thinking about how to make itself smaller.
Chu Kuang laughed at Gong Tiantian: "Whether it's dumplings or steamed buns, I think it's not that you don't want to make them, but that you can't learn how to make them."
Gong Tiantian said: "Who do you look down on, Chu Gou?"
Chu Kuang said: "Then you can take one and let me see?"
"It's true, keep your eyes open and look carefully."
Gong Tiantian held the dumpling wrapper in one hand and scraped the filling with chopsticks in the other. Fold the dumpling wrapper in half, pinch the pleats at the interface, pinch the two ends of the dumpling wrapper with both hands, and squeeze it inward, and a perfectly shaped dumpling will... reveal its fillings.
Chu Kuang said: "You have revealed your secret. Let me remind you that my words are a pun."
Gong Tiantian said: "Chu Gou, you forced me to do this. Mom, when do you expect to finish it?"
Gong Yingxue said: "Half an hour."
Gong Tiantian said, "Then we'll see you in fifteen minutes."
Fifteen minutes later, Gong Tiantian, who was on the verge of death, successfully activated her superpower. She was like the god of dumplings possessing her. Her movements were smooth and smooth, and the dumplings she made were beautiful and beautiful.
Gong Tiantian said: "Chu Gou, let me ask you if you accept it. It's not that I'm arrogant. Just talking about making dumplings, as long as I want to take action, even our boss can't beat me."
Wu Chan said: "Huh? Are you sure?"
Gong Tiantian asked: "Boss, don't you want to give it a try?"
Wu Chan didn't want to give it a try, but just plugged in his headphones, washed his hands, and sat across from Gong Tiantian.
"Let's get started."
Wu Chan can't make dumplings, but in his BGM, no one can win him.
Gong Tiantian, who has entered a deadlock state, already has super professional standards.
If Wu Chan doesn't want to lose, he must be stronger than Gong Tiantian.
His eyes were slightly lowered, and his hands were raised to both sides. His movements were too fast, leaving afterimages in the air, as if he had transformed into an eight-armed Guanyin, scaring the little monkey so much that he squeaked and hid under the table. Although the dumplings made by Gong Tiantian are perfect in appearance, they can only be made one after another. In the eyes of others, Wu Chan can actually make four perfect dumplings at the same time!
Shen Jin smiled and said: "This guy obviously really wants to take care of me."
After a while, the winner was decided.
Gong Tiantian in Superman mode lost, but she was convinced but refused to take it seriously.
"The boss is bullying the kids again."
Wu Chan said: "You said you are an adult."
Gong Tiantian said: "But I am younger than you after all. You are bullying people anyway."
Chu Kuang said: "I'd like to ask you one thing. Please start this kind of bullying earlier next time, okay?"
Due to the competition between the two, the dumplings were finished with extremely high efficiency, and there was no need for the three people who made the dumplings in the first place.
The next step for dinner is to cook dumplings.
The person who can do this best is Gong Jingsheng, who can't cook. The reason is that he has excellent patience and can control the changes in the boiling water every second. The dumplings he cooks can be guaranteed to have no cracks.
When eating dumplings, two groups of people had a dispute over whether they should be dipped in vinegar or soy sauce.
Gong Tiantian and Gan Xiaoyi firmly support that they should be dipped in vinegar.
Chu Kuang and Tu Shuang decided that they should be dipped in soy sauce.
Gan Xiaoyi and Chu Kuang were quite experienced in cooking, and at this moment, regardless of their usual brotherhood, they refused to give in.
Wu Chan found it very novel to see them quarreling over such things.
Ma Sang also looked like he was enjoying the excitement with dumplings.
Gong Tiantian didn't want the two bosses to suffer too much, so she directly dragged them into the water.
"Boss, what do you think the dumplings should be dipped in? Vinegar or soy sauce?"
On the surface it’s a battle between vinegar and soy sauce.
Secretly, it has become a competition between the East District No. 3 waste incineration station and the iron warhorse of the resource recycling team.
From this perspective, Wu Chan must choose vinegar, while Ma Sang can only choose soy sauce.
Wu Chan hesitated for a while and said, "Is there any difference?"
Gong Tiantian said: "Why not?"
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that she had missed one thing. Their boss was a taste addict!
Not to mention the condiments with which the dumplings are dipped are meaningless to him, but the dumplings themselves, the food filled with dough and then cooked, are meaningless to him.
Is it possible that the jealous party will lose at the hands of a taste addict? !
Ma Sang said: "I don't think there is any difference, so don't torture us after the disaster with problems that the world before the disaster cannot solve."
The debate between vinegar and soy sauce ends here.
The score is 2:2, a tie.
As everyone ate, the night sky outside the window suddenly turned red.
It was a huge fireball that exploded in the air.
This should be Lian Rou's work, using super powers to set off fireworks to add a New Year atmosphere to the city hall.
Gong Tiantian said: "The city hall is so stingy. They only set off fireworks for themselves every year. Isn't this because they are greedy for others?"
Wu Chan said: "If you want to set off fireworks, there is nothing you can do."
Gong Tiantian said: "Boss, are you going to kill Lianrou and take away her superpower for me? No, really not."
Wu Chan said: "You really think too much."
Then, he looked at Bai Zhizhi who was happily pouring dumpling soup on his head.
Bai Zhizhi scratched his head in confusion: "Zhizhizhi?"
after dinner,
Everyone came to the yard.
Bai Zhizhi raised his hands high and straightened his legs.
Its waist was held in Wu Chan's hand. It raised its head and opened its mouth toward the sky.
Wu Chan grabbed its tail with his other hand and pulled it downwards.
Bai Zhizhi burped.
And then, phew—
A white fireball rushed into the sky and exploded into a white firework.
Wu Chan pulled Bai Zhizhi's tail continuously.
call out-
call out-
call out-
call out-
One after another, white fireworks exploded in the night sky, forming a continuum, attracting residents to come out to watch.
Gong Tiantian was shocked: "Boss, are you a devil? How could you come up with such an idea?"
Wu Chan said: "Don't you want to watch the fireworks?"
Gong Tiantian said: "I mean, please let me do it!"
PS: Happy New Year to everyone on the first day of the Lunar New Year~~~~