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Chapter 72 Making Dumplings

"Miss Gu, the ingredients you ordered are here." Qiufang came in with a big basket of things, put them on the kitchen table, and said with some doubts. "Miss Gu, are you preparing these to make mooncakes for the young master?"

Gu Qianxi shook her head, "I don't know how to make mooncakes."

"Then you are?"

"It's used to make dumplings, Mommy Qiu, please bring that over for me."

Gu's mother prefers to eat dumplings. When she was a child, Gu Qianxi's favorite thing was that during the festivals, Ren Ansu bought dough and other things from outside, and made dumpling wrappers and stuffing herself at home.At that time, my mother would always pull my father to sit at the dining table and help her together.Gu Qianxi has learned a lot from his ears and eyes, and the dumplings he makes are all beautiful in shape and full of filling.For this reason, I have to go through the praise of Gu's father, "Smart mind and ingenious thinking, suitable for IKEA".

It's August 8th, this dumpling should be made!
After the dumpling skins were finished and the fillings were almost marinated, Gu Qianxi ran to the second floor.Su Chengmo was working in the study, when he saw Gu Qianxi, he put down the things in his hands, and looked at her with raised eyebrows.Gu Qianxi grinned, "I'm making dumplings, do you want to join me?"

Su Chengmo didn't answer, and picked up the document again.Seeing his obvious resistance, Gu Qianxi didn't say anything, and moved the dumpling wrappers and so on to the dining table in the living room.While packing, I listened to Qiu's mother chatting about interesting things.

After a while, Su Chengmo's cold voice came from the second floor. "Qiu Fang."

Qiufang quickly put down the dumpling wrappers and ran over.Qiufang supported him and walked down from the second floor. Qiufang was about to help him to sit on the sofa when Su Chengmo pointed to the dining table.Qiu Fang was taken aback, and helped him to sit up.Gu Qianxi looked at him and smiled softly, "Do you want to help together?"

Su Chengmo looked at her coldly, without any intention of doing anything.Gu Qianxi shrugged, ignored him, and continued to pack.With Su Chengmo standing here like a door god, Qiu Fang didn't dare to talk or laugh anymore, and the atmosphere suddenly became dull.

Wrapping and wrapping, Su Chengmo suddenly reached out to pick up a dumpling that Gu Qianxi had wrapped, and frowned in disgust. "It's so ugly."

Gu Qianxi rolled his eyes at him, "It's all ugly, so why don't you ask me to see it."

Gu Qianxi said it casually, but Su Chengmo really stretched out his hand.He only has one right hand that can move, and he can't put the stuffing in after holding the dumpling wrapper.Biansheng Su Chengmo was stubborn, he put the dumpling wrapper on the table, then scooped a spoon full of stuffing kernels on it, and then began to pinch it with one hand.

Here, Gu Qianxi has wrapped more than a dozen, but I didn't see him fiddle with that over there.Gu Qianxi glanced at him suspiciously, and couldn't breathe from laughing at the sight.This is not a dumpling, it almost turned into a ball of ravioli in his hands.The wonton filling is so big that the dumpling skin can't be closed at all.Su Chengmo's frowning could pinch a goshawk to death, and he looked at his palm with disgust.

Originally, Gu Qianxi was just holding back her laughter, but seeing his disgusted expression now, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.Su Chengmo stared at her angrily, put the ball of "won stew" in his hand into the basket, and said coldly. "Cooked!"

Like a child throwing a temper tantrum, Gu Qianxi couldn't stop laughing.

Qiu Fang struggled to hold back her laughter, even answering "yes" was a bit far-fetched.

Seeing that staring didn't work, Su Chengmo pursed his lips and dabbed some flour, and while Gu Qianxi was laughing, smeared it all over her face.

(End of this chapter)