After wearing the barren year, she took the space to flirt with the champion

Mu Rufeng put the couplet together, looking at the festive atmosphere gently, with a faint smile on his face.

Posting couplets, cleaning up, and having cute children around her. Although it's simple, she likes it very much in such a new year.

However, I almost feel that it is - making dumplings.

Wen Wan carried the dining table to the courtyard and washed it to dry.

She entered the kitchen and threw the fat and lean meat she bought earlier into the space, "Little San, make a meat sauce without processing."

Soon, the minced meat was delivered.In order to pretend, she washed the cabbage sent by Mu Rufeng, chopped it into small pieces, put the meat sauce on the cutting board, and chopped it together with the cabbage.

After they are chopped, they are put into a pot, cut a handful of wild onions, add ginger, salt, and soy sauce, stir with a wooden spoon, and then fill two full bowls.

Put the pot again, pour in the flour, add water and knead the dough.

"Xiaoya, help me bring out the minced meat."

"it is good."

Wen Ya ran twice before taking out the two big bowls of minced meat.

"Go and call my mother out, let's make dumplings together."

"it is good."

Wen Ya went to Lin's room again and called her out.

The gentle face was also kneaded, sprinkled some flour on the table, and smoothed with hands.

Wen Ya sat opposite the square table and looked at Wen Ya with her small head supported, "Sister, what are dumplings?"

Lin Shi also said: "Xiao Wan, how do you wrap the dumplings you said?"

Wen Wan froze for a moment.

Only then did I remember that in my memory, the original owner had never eaten dumplings. Could it be that there was no such thing as dumplings in this unknown dynasty?

She said, "It's almost like a wonton."

"Is that the kind of wontons we eat in town?" Wen Ya couldn't help swallowing when she thought of the fragrant minced wontons.

Wen Wan smiled and said, "Yes, let's eat dumplings that are more fragrant than that one today."

With that said, Wen Wan took a lump of noodles, rolled them into long strips, and cut them into smaller doses.

Then, with a rolling pin, roll it into thin slices, pick a large piece of the dough, fold the dough into a nice crescent shape, and put it on a large plate dusted with flour in advance.

Wen Ya: "Oh~ these are dumplings! It's so simple."

Wen Wan rolled out two more doughs and gave it to the little guy and Lin to try.

After experiencing it myself, I realized that it is actually not that simple.

The two are either revealing or crooked.

Wen Ya looked at the bare minced meat in her hand, and couldn't help laughing hahaha.

The laughter quickly attracted the onlookers next door.

Mu Bai leaned against the fence and asked, "Xiaoya, what are you doing?"

Wen Ya waved her flour-covered hands, "We're making dumplings, Xiao Bai, do you want to come and learn?"

"dumpling?"

Mu Bai's little figure disappeared from the wall.

Lin glared at Wen Ya, "It's a big New Year's Eve, each family has to do their own work, how can you call someone here?"

Wen Ya pouted, she didn't understand what Lin meant, but felt that the scolding made her aggrieved.

Wen Wan smiled and said, "It's okay, we don't pay attention to those."

The little guy raised his smile again.

Mu Bai ran over quickly, reaching out to try making dumplings.

Wen Wan glared at him, "Go wash your hands first."

"Oh……"

Wen Wan taught it again in slow motion, and after a few attempts by Lin, she was already wrapped up.

Mu Bai and Wen Ya, two little fellows, have ruined several faces, and are still laughing at each other.

The laughter was flying, and Mu Zhen was also attracted.

Mu Zhen's cooking is also very simple to boil. He has never operated such a troublesome procedure before, so he became interested for a while.

Mu Rufeng was standing outside his window, stretched out his hand and said, "Hangbu."

After a long time, the thing was not in his hand, he turned his head and saw that there was still Mu Zhen's figure!
The old and the young, regardless of their own affairs, went to the Wen's yard.

Mu Rufeng pouted and had to climb down the stairs to take it by himself.

However, he was very curious, what strange things were those people doing?It looks like a bun, but it's not a bun...

He was itching, and wanted to go there to see what kind of strange things Wen Xiaowan had created.

It's just that the couplet was finally posted, and the neighbors came one after another with red paper and asked him to write the couplet, but they couldn't join in the fun.

He moved the square table to the courtyard, and everyone in Lihuaao would write for them whenever they came.

However, everyone does not take it for nothing, and more or less will bring something.

Lao Hong lived alone, so he never thought about buying red paper.

Seeing that everyone was putting up couplets, he came with a newly-made chair.

"Rufeng, there's nothing good at home, it's all worthless rotten wood. Well, you should be short of a chair."

Old Hong smiled honestly, put the chair in the courtyard, and rubbed his hands together, making it difficult to speak.

Mu Rufeng saw that he must have forgotten to prepare the red paper, so he took out the pair of couplets that he had practiced before, and added horizontal criticism with the remaining paper.

There is a little left on hand, but not much, only enough to cut off a pair of five-character couplets.

After writing, Mu Rufeng read the words above to Lao Hong.

Lao Hong scratched his head, "I don't understand it anyway, but I know your handwriting is beautiful and auspicious. Thank you Rufeng."

"Lao Hong, you're too polite, I'm really sorry for giving me such a nice chair."

"It's all worthless rotten wood." Lao Hong took the couplet and left happily.

Looking at the vegetables, eggs, and even a spare rib in the courtyard.

Mu Rufeng took a deep breath.

He got a great deal today, especially that chair.

In Lao Hong's mouth, it is rotten wood, and in his case, it is called handicrafts.

This is busy, and it's afternoon.

After taking the pen, ink, paper and inkstone back into the house, and moving the square table in, Mu Rufeng can finally go to Wen's house to join in the fun.

But it seems that the battle has ended here, and there are several plates of dumplings on the table.

Different sizes and shapes.

Mu Bai pointed to his masterpiece, "Brother, I made it, doesn't it look good?"

"That's it? Certainly not as good as me."

He also dared to say this after seeing that there was no trap or face here.

Mu Bai let out a sigh, he definitely didn't believe that his eldest brother would have this skill.

Anyway, there is no way to verify it, Mu Rufeng said: "Xiao Bai, go, go and help me cook the New Year's Eve dinner."

Mu Bai shrank his neck and hid behind Mu Zhen, "Big Brother, Sister Wen asked us to eat together at night..."

"You!" Mu Rufeng was slightly angry.

"Grandpa also agrees." Mu Bai quickly pulled the shield.

Mu Zhen's face was a little uneasy, "Girl Wen said that you should eat dumplings during the New Year, so the more you eat, the richer you become, and the more you eat, the more you eat."

In fact, the most important thing is that dumplings are one of the best delicacies in the world.

Wen Wan smiled and said: "Dumplings with vinegar, the more you eat, the richer you will get, and dumplings with wine, the more you eat, the more you get richer."

"Yes, yes!" Mu Bai nodded again and again, "We still have copper coins in our dumplings. Whoever eats the copper coins will make a fortune in the coming year!"

Mu Rufeng looked at the old and young with a stern face, clearly greedy, thick-skinned, and making so many excuses.

Wen Wan said: "We agreed to eat dumplings at night. If someone doesn't like it, let him cook the New Year's Eve dinner by himself."

Mu Rufeng: "There are many people and it is lively. I am afraid that if I am not here, you will not eat well."

"cut!"

"Hehehe!"

Mu Rufeng: It's rare to eat your Wen Xiaowan's food, so naturally I can't let go of such a good opportunity.