"What are you doing?" Wu Wang couldn't see it, and immediately said to Mu Meng.
"Making dumplings?" Mu Meng looked at the "dumplings" in his hand, and felt that something was wrong. He said to himself, "Why are they so like buns?" Then he said aggrievedly, "But I just do what you do. The method package?" Everyone is close to helpless.
"It seems that Mu Meng really has no talent for cooking." Zuo Hao said.
"Your talent is not that great!" Mu Meng shot back.
Zuo Hao looked at the dumpling he made, which was actually quite small and exquisite.
At this moment, he didn't know what Mu Meng was doing. He suddenly fell, and his hand accidentally overturned the chopping board. All the dumplings on the chopping board fell on Mu Meng's body. Everyone was shocked. Before anyone could react, the cutting board was photographed on the ground. At this moment, everyone recovered. Mu Meng looked at everyone aggrievedly, why didn't anyone come over and caress him
"Mu Meng." At this time, even Wu Wang didn't know what to say.
"Baby Meng, are you okay?" Ouyang Man, who had been standing there for a long time, remembered to ask Mu Meng if he had anything to do.
"Ouuuu, my face hurts." Mu Meng saw Ouyang Man asking himself, and started crying, "I will rely on my face to eat in the future, so how can I live in the future?"
"Oh, my face is very good, it hasn't changed, it's the same as before." Ouyang Man said.
Everyone felt as if a row of black lines appeared on their faces.
"Really?" Mu Meng repeatedly confirmed.
"Really, but if you still cry, it's not good."
"Well, I won't cry anymore." Mu Meng said quickly.
"Well, the story king, let's give you two stories to suppress everyone's surprise." At this time, Wu Wangchong said to Xiao Han, who was standing there in a daze.
"Ah, oh, good." Xiao Han was taken aback for a moment, and he answered quickly when he recovered. Ling Jiuxue was not surprised at the fact that Xiao Han was called the "Story King". This shocked everyone except Xiao Han. "Jiuxue, you come and help me clean up the mess." With a cry of Jiuxue, everyone was surprised. What secrets do they have
"How are you doing recently?" Wu Wang asked cautiously.
"Everything is fine, but I am missing you." Ling Jiuxue's words made Wu Wang even more embarrassed, and she didn't know how to deal with it.
The air between the two people seemed to be still. After an unknown period of time, Wu Wang said, "It's almost cleared up too. How about going to see the story told by Xiao Han?"
"En, okay." After such a long time, I didn't even have the courage to talk to myself directly, so what can I ask for
"Actually, the dumplings that Wu Wang taught us to make today are actually quite telling." Xiao Han quietly sold a pass. My brother said that a good story must attract readers, and ask questions at critical moments.
"What's the saying?" Wu Wang walked over curiously and asked. Actually, Wu Wang knew that statement when he was very young. He just wanted to see if Xiao Han listened to his teaching. That is to say, vanity is doing the blame.
"In fact, the tradition of eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year has a long history. Just now Wu Wang taught us to make dumplings like ingots." Wu Wang listened carefully, and everyone else listened carefully.
"Eating during the New Year signifies that the new year is rich in wealth, and it can also be said to be fortune and treasure." At this time, applause filled the room.