my share eldest

Chapter 902

"Nonsense, how can you not go back to accompany your brother every year?"

Liu Mengting gave Li Xiaoli a white look, and then began to teach Li Xiaoli how to make dumplings.

Tang Ming also realized Liu Mengting's sadness, and frowned, wondering whether to tell Liu's father and daughter that he had seen Liu Mengting's mother.

"Tang Ming, don't be in a daze, see how I taught Xiaoli, it's for your food today."

Liu Mengting called softly.

"Oh oh ok."

Tang Ming nodded again and again, but still decided to respect Liu Rumeng's advice not to tell Liu's father and daughter about this for now.

Immediately, the four of them got busy, to be exact, only Liu Mengting and Liu Gaoze were busy, while Tang Ming and Li Xiaoli were just fooling around.

The two of them got flour all over their faces, but what they got out was horrible, especially Tang Ming.

"No way? I'm so smart and powerful, how can I not make a dumpling well?"

Tang Ming looked at the pile of...unrecognizable alike in front of him with a depressed face.

"Hee hee, I'm still smart. At least I can make a shape. Brother Tang Ming is really stupid."

After seeing Tang Ming's masterpiece, Li Xiaoli was immediately satisfied.

"Tch, look at your balls that look like steamed stuffed buns, and you're ashamed to say me."

Tang Ming curled his lips in disdain, and then began to work seriously, but some things really require talent.

Seeing Tang Ming and Li Xiaoli quarreling, Liu Gaoze and Liu Mengting smiled. It's been a long, long time since such a lively New Year has been celebrated.

After some hard work, the group finally finished making dumplings.

Looking at the rows of neatly arranged and exquisitely-looking dumplings in front of Liu Gaoze and Liu Mengting, Tang Ming felt the urge to cry. What is this pile of meat-filled dough in front of him?

"Not bad, it should be edible."

Li Xiaoli is very satisfied with her work, although it doesn't look like dumplings, but her work is good.

"Let's cook the dumplings in separate pots."

Looking at the masterpieces of Li Xiaoli and Tang Ming, Liu Gaoze suggested with a smile.

If Li Xiaoli and Tang Ming's works were cooked together, even his and Liu Mengting's dumplings would be affected.

"Cook mine first."

Li Xiaoli shouted impatiently.

"Okay, let's cook the pears first."

Liu Gaoze immediately agreed, and walked into the kitchen with Li Xiaoli's masterpiece.

Tang Ming and the others stood behind them anxiously, waiting for the dumplings to come out of the pot.

After more than ten minutes, a pot of tattered dumplings, to be precise, was a pot of dough made out of a pot of meat stuffing.

"Hahaha, Xiaoli's dumplings are ready, but they look like a pot of noodle soup."

Liu Mengting couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hmph, the noodles are just noodles, as long as you can eat it."

Li Xiaoli muttered bitterly, and walked to the dining table with a pot of noodles.

"Hey, Xiaoli didn't mean to eat dumplings, why did you change it to noodles?"

Tang Ming stood in front of Li Xiaoli with the dumplings he had made and twitched.

"Hmph, your dumplings haven't been cooked yet, maybe Brother Tang Ming's dumplings are not as good as mine when cooked."

Li Xiaoli snorted and took a big mouthful of dough.

"That's impossible. Although my dumplings don't look good, they will never break."

Tang Ming walked towards the kitchen confidently. With the strength of his hands, how could the dumplings be broken?

"I want to see how good you are."

Unconvinced, Li Xiaoli ran to the kitchen, waiting for Tang Ming's dumplings to come out of the pot.

Ten minutes later, Tang Ming was dumbfounded. Things happened as he expected. None of the dumplings were broken, but they were all shrunk into balls.

"Hahaha, brother Tang Ming, where's your dumpling? These should be glutinous rice balls?"

Li Xiaoli couldn't help laughing.

"How about the glutinous rice balls, anyway, I didn't break the skin."

Tang Ming gave Li Xiaoli a hard look.

"Ahem, although the skin is not broken, but...Xiao Tang's dumplings are very tough."

Liu Gaoze reminded jokingly while chewing.

With his many years of experience in cooking dumplings, he couldn't tell whether Tang Ming's dumplings were cooked or not, they were too strong.

"Hee hee, it was agreed before that whoever makes the dumplings will eat."

Liu Mengting handed a pot of noodle balls to Tang Ming, "You two should enjoy your own masterpieces, and you are not allowed to eat the dumplings made by my father and me."

"If you don't eat it, you don't eat it. I spit out a nail, and if I eat my own, I eat my own."

Holding his masterpiece, Tang Ming shouted with backbone.

After a while, Li Xiaoli was holding a pot of noodle slices, Tang Ming was holding a pot of noodle balls, both of them were staring at the steaming and fragrant dumplings in front of Liu Mengting and Liu Gaoze.

"It was a joke before, but now the dumplings are ready, let's eat together."

After Liu Gaoze took his seat, he greeted him warmly.

"Okay, okay."

Li Xiaoli quickly put down her pot of stuff and brought a plate of dumplings in front of her.

"I'll try it too."

Tang Ming swallowed, picked up his chopsticks and prepared to eat.

"Hehe, didn't someone say just now that you spit on a nail and only eat the dumplings you made yourself?"

Seeing Tang Ming make a move, Liu Mengting immediately sneered.

"I……"

Tang Ming froze, retracted his chopsticks, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to eat yet."

"Mengmeng, this is not good, we are a family, why should we divide them so clearly?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was not good, Liu Gaoze quickly reconciled.

"What I said is the truth."

Liu Mengting curled her lips and did not stop Tang Ming from eating.

"I'm still a baby, childish words are not taboo, what I said is not true."

Li Xiaoli ate the dumplings in big mouthfuls, and looked at Tang Ming shamelessly: "Brother Tang Ming is different, you are a man, you spit a nail, if you don't eat it, you must not eat it."

Tang Ming swallowed, gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, if you say you don't eat it, you won't eat it. I'll eat my own."

Then Tang Ming gulped down his pot of unknown stuff, and at the same time watched Liu Mengting and the others eat dumplings, but in order to maintain his principle of spitting one nail, he could only endure it.

Liu Gaoze was rendered speechless, but he did not intervene in the grudge between the three children.

Tang Ming's appetite was astonishing, he quickly finished his own food, and then brought the "dumplings" that Li Xiaoli had discarded in front of him, and started to eat.

"Someone? Didn't you say that you don't eat other people's food, why do you still eat Xiaoli's dumplings?"

Liu Mengting immediately teased in a strange voice.

"If you don't eat the little pear, what a waste to throw it away. I'm saving food."

Tang Ming said bitterly while eating.

"Not bad, it shows that my dumplings are still delicious."

Li Xiaoli looked at Tang Ming proudly.

(End of this chapter)