This green plum is going to counterattack

Chapter 1571 Making Dumplings and Eating 1
Seven o'clock in the evening.

A small bamboo house with bright lights.

Gong Jiuche is actually having a face-to-face meeting!

Gong Jiuche rolled his sleeves and wore a duster, his handsome face was covered with flour, but the movements of making noodles were really decent, from time to time he sneaked a glance at Luo Xiaojiang who was sitting on the sofa.

Luo Xiaojiang and Xia Nuanxin are in charge of mincing the meat.

Meng Qiqi is responsible for preparing dishes and spoons.

Dong Weiliang and Gong Molin, two big men squatted on the ground to peel leeks and ginger.

Xia Nuanxin said: "This meat needs to be chopped more."

Luo Xiajiang chopped it with a knife.

Gong Molin had never done this kind of work before. He took a good piece of leek, which he peeled like a toothpick. Then he glanced at Dong Weiliang next to him. A look of embarrassment flashed across his originally calm and stern face, and then secretly He stuffed the leeks into his sleeves and continued to pretend that nothing happened.

Before Dong Weiliang's family background was not good, he squatted on the ground, his white and slender fingers skillfully peeled leeks and garlic.

Xia Nuanxin looked at him with a smile on his delicate and sweet face.

Luo Xiaojiang joked: "Oh, I don't forget to look at Senior Wei Liang when I'm working."

Xia Nuanxin blushed and lowered her head: "Where can I see it?"

Luo Xiaojiang opened her dark eyes wide: "I just saw it."

Dong Weiliang looked up at Xia Nuanxin, stood up suddenly, Gong Molin looked at him strangely, and saw Dong Weiliang walking over, he squeezed Xia Nuanxin's hand holding the knife in distress, and looked at the palm of his hand With a few red marks, he said, "Let me chop the meat..."

Xia Nuanxin nodded.

When Luo Xiaojiang heard this, she shouted: "Gong Jiuche!"

Gong Jiuche put down the rolling pin and asked, "Do you want to make dough?"

Luo Xiaojiang made a comparison, blinked her eyes, then lowered her head: "I'll continue chopping meat..."

Meng Qiqi smiled sweetly: "Let Brother Lin chop the meat."

Gong Molin raised her head suddenly, with embarrassment drawn across her stern face, what she wanted to say, because of face, she swallowed it whole.

Luo Xiaojiang said, "Okay, my hand hurts like hell."

She clapped her hands out of the way.

Meng Qiqi pulled Gong Molin, her eyes were clear and bright: "Brother Lin, come chop the meat, chop the meat..." She finally handed the knife to Gong Molin, pointing to the meat: "The chopping is very rotten! ..."

Meng Qiqi sat beside her peeling leeks.

Gong Molin looked at a large piece of pork in front of him, he didn't know where to chop it, he looked awkward.

He has never held a knife!
He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Gong Jiuche, and then imitated his chopping. Accidentally, with great force, a piece of meatloaf fell to the ground, and he quickly picked it up and put it on the table: "That... fell, hehe... ..."

Luo Xiaojiang: "..."

Xia Nuanxin: "..."

Meng Qiqi: "..."

Dong Weiliang coughed and asked, "Do you still want to eat after falling on the ground?"

Gong Molin came back to his senses, picked up a piece of meat pie, and said, "Then...throw it away..."

He threw it straight in the trash.

Luo Xiaojiang was unhappy: "That's the meat I've been chopping for a long time, and if I throw it away, there's not enough meat stuffing."

Gong Molin: "..."

He said, "I'll go to the kitchen and get another piece."

He really ran to the kitchen, looked at the kitchen counter, and saw only a pork leg, he took out the pork leg, and said, "Can I use this?"

Luo Xiaojiang: "..."

Xia Nuanxin: "..."

Meng Qiqi: "..."

Gong Jiuche laughed loudly: "Lin, are you stupid? That's pork leg!"

Gong Molin said seriously: "Isn't pork leg pork?"

This problem seems to be fine.

Gong Jiuche was at a loss for words, then nodded: "It seems to be pork."

Dong Weiliang's voice was very low: "How do you chop it?"

Gong Molin casually threw the pork leg on the wooden table, squinted her black eyes with a cold light, stretched out her hands and rolled up her sleeves, with a confident expression: "Simple!"

He walked to the wooden table, picked up the kitchen knife, bang bang bang!

(End of this chapter)