The mind-reading baby became popular after taking his mother to participate in a variety show

Chapter 292 Lucky Dumplings
Sang He touched his nose.

Although her cooking skills have improved a lot, she is not very good at making dumplings, which require very hard cooking skills.

In particular, it is not very simple to knead noodles, adjust the fillings for dumplings, and even make dumplings.

"I can cook." Sang He said silently.

Hearing this, he sighed softly, his small face like a porcelain doll was full of tangled expressions: "Ah, even mom and dad don't know how to do it, what should I do?"

Luo Wenmo and Sang He looked at each other.

In the end, Sang He said: "It's okay, let's go to the Internet to find tutorials, and take it step by step."

The reason why she made such a choice is also to set a good example for Mian Mian, and also to cultivate Mian Mian's temperament of not shrinking when things happen.

"Okay!" Mianmian became enthusiastic in an instant, "We can definitely do it."

After discussing with Sang He, Luo Wenmo and Sang He decided that one person would be in charge of kneading the noodles, and the other would be in charge of adjusting the fillings.

"Let me adjust the filling." Sang He spoke first.

Hearing this, Luo Wenmo nodded: "Then I'll meet you."

Xiao Tuanzi, who stood between the two, blinked her bright eyes, and said in a childish voice, "Then make dumplings!"

Hearing Mianmian's words, both Luo Wenmo and Sang He looked surprised: "You can make dumplings?"

"When we were in the orphanage, we would make dumplings every Chinese New Year." Mianmian nodded, and Xiao Naiyin explained.

The husband and wife felt a little uncomfortable.

If it wasn't for their negligence, Mianmian wouldn't have been allowed to stay in the orphanage for so long.

But these cannot be shown in front of Mian Mian.

So Sang He smiled: "That's just right. Our family makes noodles, adjusts fillings, and makes dumplings. Everyone has a clear division of labor, so no one can be lazy."

"Mianmian won't be lazy." Mianmian also grinned.

Then the family of three got busy with their duties. The noodles and fillings were not ready, and Mianmian couldn't make dumplings, but Xiao Naituan was not idle either. Instead, she ran to the piano and played what Su Yuanyuan taught her. song.

Accompanied by the melodious tune, Sang He and Luo Wenmo found tutorials online.

As long as the fillings are adjusted according to the proportion, there won't be any major problems, but the matter of kneading the dough is really difficult for Luo Wenmo.

The character Chuan was formed between his brows, and he looked at the water and noodles in front of him as if facing a formidable enemy.

After a while, Luo Wenmo finally came to life.

It's just that she soon discovered that the actual operation was completely different from what she saw on the video.

In the video, the man's movements are flowing like clouds and flowing water, but when he strikes himself, his face seems to be stuck to his hands like glue.

At this time, I just finished playing a song.

She ran over and stepped on the small bench to watch Luo Wenmo make noodles. Seeing this, she said in a childish voice, "Father, you put too much water, you need to add some noodles."

Hearing this, Sang He also looked sideways.

Luo Wenmo was a little embarrassed, and the base of his ears turned slightly red.

According to what Mianmian said, Luo Wenmo added some noodles to the basin.

"Father, get some noodles and rub them on your hands." Mianmian instructed innocently with her head tilted.

Luo Wenmo still did as before, and after rubbing it a few times, all the sticky surfaces were rubbed off.

"How do you know?" Luo Wenmo looked at Mianmian in surprise.

After helping Luo Wenmo, Mianmian was very happy, "That's what the dean's grandma did in the orphanage."

After all, Mianmian no longer stood next to Luo Wenmo, but moved her own stool to look for Sanghe.

The mother and daughter faced each other and studied the stuffing.

Luo Wenmo glanced at it, feeling extremely satisfied.

People work hard for a lifetime, isn't it for this scene?
But both of them have done so well, and they can't lose the chain!

Thinking of this, Luo Wenmo became more motivated.

It's just that there are some things that just working hard are useless, and the noodles that Luo Wenmo finally produced are so hard that there is no way to make dumpling skins.

Luo Wenmo felt embarrassed when his car overturned in front of his wife and daughter for the first time.

"I'll go buy some ready-made dumpling wrappers," Luo Wenmo said.

The dumplings had to be made today, so Sang He didn't stop him.

Fortunately, there was a supermarket near Lijing Community, and Luo Wenmo bought the dumpling wrappers quickly.

The preparations were finally finished, and the three gathered around the table, preparing to make dumplings.

When it's time to show off her skills, Mianmian is also unequivocal.

Picking up a dumpling wrapper, filled it with some fillings with a spoon, then squeezed the dumpling gently with small hands, and finally squeezed it lightly.

Although it is not very good-looking, it can be regarded as a package.

"Our Mianmian is awesome!" Sang He praised without hesitation, "My father and I don't know how to wrap, but Mianmian can."

In fact, anyone can knead dumplings, but I still want Mianmian to feel great about herself and make her happier.

Sure enough, Mianmian is very useful, "It's very simple, Mianmian will teach you."

"Then thank you little teacher first." Luo Wenmo said softly.

Mianmian stretched out her little hand and patted her chest, promising, "Leave it on me!"

The couple were amused by Mianmian's appearance and burst out laughing.

The family gathers together to make dumplings, and the scene is very happy.

It wasn't until the last few wraps that Mianmian suddenly thought of something and stopped Luo Wenmo and Sang He from continuing to wrap: "Wait a minute."

Luo Wenmo and Sang He were a little at a loss.

I saw Xiaotuanzi jumped off the stool, ran to the cabinet where the change was kept, took a one-dollar coin, washed it and wiped it dry, and ran back.

Lifting the coin in Yang's hand, Mianmian said innocently: "We need to wrap the coin in the dumplings, and whoever eats it will have good luck in the new year! The grandma of the dean said that these are called lucky dumplings."

"Okay." Sang He nodded, "Then let Mian Mian make the dumplings."

Mian Mian nodded heavily.

After all the dumplings were finished, Luo Wenmo took some of them and went to make the dumplings.

Sang He took out his mobile phone to take a photo of the dumplings, and then put the leftover dumplings in the refrigerator to freeze for tomorrow morning.

In the end, Sang He and Mian Mian played with toys in the living room.

In the blink of an eye, Sang He suddenly saw Luo Wenmo busy in the kitchen.

There is a feeling in my heart.

By coincidence, Sang He took a photo of Luo Wenmo's busy back.

It was a coincidence that Luo Wenmo turned his head, this feeling of being caught surprised Sang He, and subconsciously wanted to take back the phone.

But Luo Wenmo on the screen smiled at the camera.

Sang He froze for a moment, and directly pressed the camera button.

(End of this chapter)