"Come on, wash your hands and come over to make dumplings." Mu Qingxin brought over a pot of dumpling stuffing. Fortunately, two free laborers came, otherwise it would have taken so long to make such a large pot of dumpling stuffing.
"Okay, okay, let's make dumplings." Dongfang Ling was so happy that she washed her hands. Ou Xuemei also looked excited. This was her first time to help.
In an instant, only Dongfangze was left standing there awkwardly. Could it be that he wanted to wrap it up too? Dongfangze thought uncertainly.
"Brother Dongfang, aren't you going to wash your hands? Go and wash your hands quickly. We can eat them immediately after we wrap them up." Mu Qing said with a smile, with a sly look in her eyes, which meant: You don't want to wrap it up? No need to eat!
"Brother, go and wash your hands quickly, let's make dumplings together." Dongfang Ling is a man who can cheat his brother.
Of course, Dongfangze heard what Mu Qingxin meant. He also wanted to try the dumplings recorded in the book, so he had to wash his hands and make dumplings. Fortunately, he didn't let the shadows come, otherwise he would have no face as a master in the future.
"Look at my technique, first take a piece of dumpling wrapper and put it on your left hand, then scoop it in with a spoon... pinch it tightly, and it's done." Mu Qingxin demonstrated to everyone.
"Baby, look at what mommy made." Ou Xuemei excitedly showed her daughter the dumplings she made.
"Uh... this is it?" Mu Qingxin looked at it carefully.
"Auntie, you look like a piece of cake," Dongfang Ling said quickly.
"..." Ou Xuemei looked at the "baba" in her hand stiffly, feeling extremely shocked.
Seeing her mother's shocked look, Mu Qingxin comforted her, "No, no, it's my first time wrapping it, so it's already great. At least the edges are pinched tightly, so it won't get rotten when put in the pot. It's great, mom." "
At this time Dongfang Ling also reacted and said, "Yes, yes, auntie is very good at making the dumplings. My brother is so clumsy that the wrapper of the dumplings has been crushed by him and has not been wrapped yet."
Dongfang Ze, who was struggling with the dumpling wrappers, was instantly struck by his sister and fell to the ground. After receiving the disgusted looks of the three people, Dongfang Ze calmly put down the dumpling wrappers in his hands that had turned into dough again, and said with a smile, "It seems that making dumplings is a job. I really can’t make it, so I’d better not waste the dumpling wrappers and wrap them instead.” After saying that, he went to wash his hands, then sat on the sofa and picked up a tea cup to drink tea.
Mu Qingxin looked at the leisurely Dongfang Ze and then at the unsightly dumpling skins. She decisively gave up and let Dongfang Ze continue making dumplings.
"Xinxin, do you think my bag looks good?" Dongfang Ling picked up her bag and showed it to Mu Qingxin excitedly.
"Well, it looks good." This is "Papa" No. 2.
"Baby, how is mom's wrapping this time?"
"Great." This is "Papa" No. 3.
Looking at the "dumplings" that she couldn't bear to look at, Mu Qingxin felt a little sorry for the dumplings. They were really ugly, and they were really lumps.
For a moment, the room was filled with the sounds of surprise from Dongfang Ling and Ou Xuemei. The dumplings they made became more and more like "dumplings", while Dongfang Ze was reading quietly on the side.
After less than ten minutes of making, the two people's interest slowly subsided. Mu Qingxin looked at the dumpling fillings and wrappers that were still mostly half filled, thought about it, and said with a smile, "I'll sing a dumpling-making song for you." Yeah, it’s very funny.”
"Okay, okay," Dongfang Ling shouted in support. Ou Xuemei also cheered up. Although Dongfang Ze didn't move, his ears pricked up.
"Stir-fried radish, stir-fry radish, cut into pieces
Apply some oil, sprinkle some salt and rub it in
Making dumplings Making dumplings Rolling out the wrappers
Roll out the dough and assemble the dumplings
Make dumplings, make dumplings
Put it in the pot and cook the dumplings with the lid on
Boiled dumplings. Boiled dumplings are delicious.
Serve dumplings with good ingredients and eat dumplings
Fried radish Fried radish sliced
Apply some oil, sprinkle some salt and rub it in
Making dumplings Making dumplings Rolling out the wrappers
Roll out the dough and assemble the dumplings
Make dumplings, make dumplings
Put it in the pot and cook the dumplings with the lid on
Boiled dumplings. Boiled dumplings are delicious.
Serve the dumplings and eat the dumplings with good ingredients.”
"Haha, make dumplings, make dumplings..." Everyone quickly learned the catchy song. Dongfang Ling and Ou Xuemei were making dumplings while singing the song "Making Dumplings", and the atmosphere in the room was unprecedentedly harmonious.
Dongfangze looked at the three people making dumplings and shook his head with a smile. He glanced at Mu Qingxin who was smiling sweetly. A hint of darkness flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that a person who had been stupid for fifteen years would one day regain his consciousness. And there will be so many things, oh, interesting.
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Half an hour later, the dumplings were all finished, and the water Mu Qingxin put in it was boiling, "Okay, you guys go wash your hands, I'm going to make the dumplings, and you can eat them soon."
"Okay, I want to eat the dumplings I made later!"
"I also eat dumplings made by myself. It turns out that dumplings are so simple."
Mu Qingxin looked at the dumplings in the pot and said, "Haha, your dumplings have been killed. Don't cry later."
"Ok?"
Suddenly, a low voice came from behind Mu Qingxin. She turned around and saw that Dongfangze was standing behind her. "It will be ready soon. Please help me take a look and I will mix the sauce." Mu Qingxin Pass the pot spoon to Dongfang Ze, take out the sour fruits and start making the sauce.
"..." Dongfang Ze looked at the smoking utensils at a loss, not knowing what to do and regretting coming here. He was just attracted by the fragrance. Was he wrong
"Smoke means the pot has boiled. Open the lid, push it gently from the inside out with a spoon, and repeat in one direction. Wait until the dumplings float to the top." Mu Qingxin lowered her head and was busy with what she was doing. Dongfangze explained.
When Dongfangze heard Mu Qingxin's words, he had no choice but to do it.
Mu Qingxin made two juices, sour and spicy. There was no vinegar, so she could only use sour fruit juice instead, and added some other seasonings. The taste was okay, but the spicy one was simple. The chili is more powerful and very enjoyable.
"Okay, it's time to take it out of the pot." Mu Qingxin looked at the dumplings and found that they were already cooked.
"..." This girl ordered her around quite naturally, Dongfang Ze thought helplessly. In order to eat the delicious dumplings, he pretended not to hear the tone of the order.
"It smells so good." Dongfang Ling and Ou Xuemei came out after washing their hands. As soon as they came out, they smelled the delicious smell of dumplings, and they quickly gathered around.
Dongfang Ling was surprised to find her brother next to the dumplings, "Brother is so awesome."
"Put it in here." Mu Qingxin handed the plate to Dongfangze. This set of plates is not made of ceramics, but glass, but it is very strong, much better than the glass on earth that breaks when dropped.
Everyone filled a plate, and there was still some in the pot. Mu Qingxin poured it out. Who knew who would take it away later? She put the prepared sauce in the middle, "Okay, you can eat it. This is The sour one, this one is spicy and can be eaten with dumplings."