Young Commander’s Supernatural Sweetheart

"Come on, wash your hands and make dumplings." Mu Qingxin brought a pot of dumpling stuffing over. Fortunately, two free laborers came here, otherwise when will such a big pot of dumpling stuffing go.

"Well, make dumplings." Dongfang Ling was so happy to wash her hands, and Ou Xuemei was also excited. She had never helped, the first time.

Suddenly, only Dongfangze was left standing there in embarrassment. Could it be that he wanted to cover it? Dongfangze thought uncertainly.

"Brother Dongfang, don't you go to wash your hands? Go wash your hands, we can eat as soon as we wrap them." Mu Qingxin said with a smile, her eyes flashing sly, and the meaning was: You don't wrap Nothing to eat!

"Brother, hurry up and wash your hands, let's make dumplings together." Dongfang Ling is a pitted brother.

Dongfangze certainly heard Mu Qingxin's implication. He also wanted to taste the dumplings recorded in the book, so he had to wash his hands and make dumplings obediently. Fortunately, the shadows were not allowed to come, otherwise the face of his master would not be saved in the future.

"Look at my technique, first take a dumpling wrapper and put it on my left hand, and then a spoonful... squeeze it tightly, and it's done." Mu Qingxin demonstrated it to everyone.

"Baby, look at what mom made." Ou Xuemei excitedly showed her dumplings to her daughter.

"Uh...this is?" Mu Qingxin took a closer look.

"Auntie, you seem like a pile of baba," Dongfang Ling said quickly.

"..." Ou Xuemei looked stiffly at "Baba" in her hand, and was hit hard.

Seeing how her mother was hit, Mu Qingxin comforted, "No, no, the first time I wrap it, this is already great, at least the edges are tight, so that the pot won't be rotten, great mom. "

At this time Dongfang Ling also reacted, and said, "Yes, yes, the aunty made a good bag. Seeing that my brother is clumsy, he has crushed the dumpling skins and hasn't wrapped them."

Dongfangze, who was struggling with dumpling skins, was instantly hit by his own sisters. After receiving the disgusting glances of the three, Dongfangze calmly put down the dumpling skins that had become dough again in his hands, and smiled, "It seems that making dumplings is a job. I really can't make it, so I won't waste the dumpling skins. You can make them." After saying that, I went to wash my hands, and then I sat on the sofa and took a cup of tea.

Mu Qingxin looked at the leisurely Dongfangze, and looked at the unsightly dumpling skins, and decisively gave up and let Dongfangze continue to make dumplings.

"Xinxin, do you think my bag looks good?" Dongfang Ling picked up his bag excitedly and showed it to Mu Qingxin.

"Well, it looks good" This is "Baba" No. 2.

"Baby, how is mom's bag this time?"

"It's great." This is "Baba" No. 3.

Looking at the "dumplings" that couldn't bear to look straight, Mu Qingxin felt a little sorry for the dumplings. It was so ugly, it was really lumps of dumplings.

For a while, Dongfang Ling and Ou Xuemei's surprise voices were heard in the room, and their bags became more and more like "dumplings", while Dongfang Ze was quietly reading a book.

After less than ten minutes, the interest of the two slowly faded. Mu Qingxin looked at the dumpling stuffing and dumpling wrappers left, thought for a while, laughed, "I will sing you a song about making dumplings. Yeah, it's funny."

"Okay, okay," Dongfang Ling shouted in support, and Ou Xuemei also raised her spirits. Although Dongfang Ze on the side didn't move, he pricked his ears.

"Fried radish

Sprinkle some oil and salt and rub some sinking

Make dumplings and roll out the skin

Roll out the dough and pack it into dumplings

Make dumplings

Put the lid on the pot and cook the dumplings

Cooking dumplings

Serve dumplings with good ingredients to eat dumplings

Stir-fried radish

Sprinkle some oil and salt and rub some sinking

Make dumplings and roll out the skin

Roll out the dough and pack it into dumplings

Make dumplings

Put the lid on the pot and cook the dumplings

Cooking dumplings

Serve dumplings with good ingredients and eat dumplings"

"Haha, making dumplings, making dumplings..." The catchy song, everyone quickly learned, Dongfang Ling and Ou Xuemei sang the song "Making Dumplings" while wrapping dumplings, and the atmosphere in the house was unprecedentedly integrated.

Dongfangze looked at the three people making dumplings, smiled and shook his head, and glanced at Mu Qingxin who was smiling sweetly. A gloom flashed in his eyes. He did not expect that a person who had been stupid for fifteen years would have one day to regain his sanity. And there will be so many things, heh, interesting.

...

After half an hour, the dumplings were all wrapped up, and the water Mu Qing put on her mind also boiled, "Well, you go and wash your hands. I'm going to make the dumplings and you can eat them soon."

"Okay, I'll eat the dumplings I made later!"

"I also eat it myself, because dumplings are so simple."

Mu Qingxin looked at the dumplings in the pot and said, "Hehe, your dumplings are dead, don't cry later."

"Ok?"

Suddenly, a muffled voice came from behind Mu Qing's heart, she turned her head to look, and she didn't know when Dongfang Ze was standing behind her, "It's all right now, you can help me see it, and I will adjust the sauce." Mu Qingxin Pass the pot and spoon to Dongfang Ze, take out the sour fruit, and start making the sauce.

"..." Dongfangze looked at the smoking vessel at a loss, and didn't know what to do. He regretted coming over. He was only attracted by the smell. Is he wrong.

"Smoke means that the pot is rolling. Lift the lid, gently push it from the inside out with a spoon, and repeat one direction. Wait for the dumplings to come up, and it will be fine." Mu Qingxin lowered her head to concentrate on the things in her hands. Dongfangze explained.

Dongfangze had no choice but to follow Mu Qingxin's words.

Mu Qingxin made two sauces, sour and spicy. There is no vinegar, so I can only use sour fruit juice instead, and add some other seasonings. The taste is good, and the spicy one is simple. Chili is more powerful, very enjoyable.

"Okay, it's ready to be out." Mu Qingxin looked at the dumplings and found that they were already cooked.

"..." It was natural for this girl to call himself, Dongfang Ze thought helplessly, in order to eat the delicious dumplings, he didn't even hear the tone of call.

"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 dumplings, and they quickly gathered around.

Dongfang Ling was surprised to find that his brother was next to the dumplings, "My brother is so amazing."

"It's here." Mu Qingxin handed the plate to Dongfang Ze. This set of plates is not made of ceramics, but glass products, but it is very strong, much better than the glass that shatters on earth.

Everyone served a plate, and there was still some in the pot. Mu Qingxin filled it out. Who knows who would take it, put the sauce in the middle, "Okay, you can eat it, this is Sour, this is spicy, it can be eaten with dumplings."