Hidden marriage husband always wants to show love to me

Chapter 445 Look at the dumplings I made
"Who says I have no chance, I heard that Zuo Mi celebrates the New Year alone, I plan to go there tomorrow to accompany him."

"Isn't tomorrow New Year's Eve?" Mu Wanyu asked.

"That's right, New Year's Eve. On New Year's Eve, I have my ears clean for a few days. I really can't bear it... Hey, no, that woman dropped something. I have to go and have a look. You... You should do it first."

Before Mu Wanyu had time to speak, Shen Xiaoxiao had already hung up the phone.

Mu Wanyu glanced at the time, yes, tomorrow is New Year's Eve, Gu Yichen should return home, right?
The next day, when Mu Wanyu woke up, she was pulled over by Grandma Mu to roll out the dumpling wrappers.

When Mu Wanyu saw Grandma Mu making dumplings, she couldn't help being cheap, and made one herself, but the dumplings she made...like a fan.

Grandma Mu has told her how to do it more than once, but...every time it passes through Mu Wanyu's hands, it's either a grenade or a fan.

Seeing this, Grandma Mu couldn't help sighing: "Forget it, you can just roll out the dumplings, the dumplings you made leaked in the cooking pot."

Mu Wanyu, however, was very satisfied with her masterpiece, took out her mobile phone and took a few photos, and sent them to Song Lianhe.

【Mom, look, I can make dumplings now. 】

When Song Lianxiang was watching dramas in the living room, her WeChat rang, and seeing the photo Mu Wanyu sent, she couldn't help laughing, and said to Gu Yichen and Gu Tingyuan who were beside the sofa: "Hey, look, it's from Wanyu. "

Seeing this, Gu Tingyuan couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "What is this?"

Gu Yichen stared at the phone screen, and asked calmly, "Dumplings?"

"You really guessed it right. Look at what Wan Yu said below, it's really a dumpling. Why do I look so much like a grenade, hahaha."

Hearing this, Gu Tingyuan blocked Song Lianhe's line of sight, saw that she couldn't close her mouth with a smile, and interrupted: "Stop laughing, you might be wrapping something like something."

"What do you mean!" Song Lianhe put down her phone, turned over and rode on Gu Tingyuan's lap: "It's Chinese New Year, are you going to fight?"

In front of so many servants, Gu Tingyuan was ridden under by his wife, hugged her and put her aside: "Don't make trouble."

"Is it you or me!" After finishing speaking, Song Lianhe stood up from the sofa and turned to Mama Yun, "How many dumplings are there?"

"Ma'am, do you want to cook now?"

"What to cook, I'll pack one." Saying that, Song Lianche gave Gu Tingyuan a provocative look, and walked into the kitchen.

"Ma'am... should I take care of it?"

As Yun Ma said, she glanced at Song Lianche, implying that what I wrapped was also wrapped by you, they are all the same.

However, Song Lianche ignored it and went straight into the kitchen, asking Mama Yun to do a few demonstrations. Afraid that the dumpling filling would get on her hands, she took two pieces of dumpling wrappers and stuck them together. The shape of the final bun was indeed different from Mama Yun's. .

Song Lianhe couldn't help raising her eyebrows, as if she was not satisfied with this appearance, it looked too bloated.

Then I imitated Yun Ma's movements and pinched it a few times, and found that the queen was not like the dumpling, but she was quite cute. Holding the dumpling in satisfaction, she walked up to Gu Tingyuan: "Honey, look at this."

Hearing this, Gu Tingyuan put down the book in his hand, frowned and stared at her palm for a few seconds: "Hedgehog?"

"Hedgehogs are better than grenades!"

Saying that, Song Lianhe also took a picture of her own dumpling and sent it to Mu Wanyu.

"Grandma, look, the dumplings made by my mother-in-law."

Hearing this, Grandma Mu squinted and stared at the phone screen for a few seconds: "What is this?"

"Dumplings." Mu Wanyu explained.

(End of this chapter)