Farming game: raise cubs with equipment

Chapter 216 The Dumpling of Destiny
Yun Yiyi wrote down all her plans on paper, and then denied some of them one by one.

She still wrote with a brush at first, but later she felt that the pen was too soft and the characters written were too ugly, so she went to get a small wooden branch and dipped it in ink to write on the paper.

So much the better.

Yan Qinghe felt that he had recovered a lot, but his wife didn't pay much attention to him anymore. She was writing and painting all day long. He thought Yun Yiyi was making a picture book, but then he didn't think so.

Yan Qinghe said: "Yiyi, what are you doing?"

Yun Yiyi raised her head, stuffed the paper down, and said, "It's nothing."

Yan Qinghe glanced at her, "But I always feel that you are unhappy recently."

"How could it be, your injury is almost healed, what's wrong with me." Yun Yiyi said.

She is telling the truth, now that she has a cub and a dog, she is not unhappy, but she has something in her heart and wants to make her life better.

Yan Qinghe lowered his eyes and pursed his lips. His appearance seemed a little aggrieved, and Yun Yiyi turned her head slightly to the side. She wanted to tell Yan Qinghe what she thought, but it wasn't the time yet.

This is just her initial thoughts.

The village is quite far from the county seat, even if there is an ox cart, it will take some time to go back and forth. It is impossible for Yun Yiyi to keep the cub with Yan's mother all the time. After all, Brother Yan and Sister Yan are still there, even if they don't care, she I don't like to bother people.

If there is a kindergarten, she can send the two cubs there, not only can others take care of the cubs, but also allow them to make more friends.

Yan Qinghe always felt that Yun Yiyi was hiding something from him. This feeling was not very good, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

However, Yun Yiyi's attitude towards him is quite normal, so it shouldn't be aimed at him.

"By the way, I'll eat dumplings later. If you're okay, just wrap all the dumplings." Yun Yiyi said.

The dumpling wrappers have been rolled out, and she has made several kinds of fillings.

"Today, let's try a different way of eating. I also prepared some colorful dumplings next to you. You can also wrap them in. Whoever eats them will be considered lucky." She thought for a while before adding another sentence.

Yan Qinghe carefully observed her expression, and saw that her brows and eyes were full of light, and she looked very excited, as if she was indeed lifeless.

"Okay." He nodded without any comment. It shouldn't be a big deal to see that she still has the mind to play with such interesting things.

It's really not a big deal, just some small ideas, and I don't plan to tell Yan Qinghe for the time being.

As soon as he left, Yun Yiyi took out the paper, thought for a while, and wrote another line on it:

Consumer positioning: middle and low-end people

If she wants to sell food, and she is doing ordinary roadside stalls, then she must not be able to compare with the level of restaurants. Her target group is ordinary people. Be affordable.

A stack of dumpling wrappers was piled up on the table, and there were two bowls of meat stuffing, one with cabbage and pork stuffing, the other with black fungus and pork stuffing, and next to it was a bowl of uncooked brown sugar, as well as peanuts and walnuts , and toffee.

Yan Qinghe frowned, and then felt a little helpless, how could these things be eaten in dumplings.

But as long as she felt happy, he would do it.

The dumplings made by Yan Qinghe look good, and they are made in a different way from theirs. Yun Yiyi would not have instructed him to do these things in the past, but it is different now, probably because he feels that his injury is about to heal, and that he is really good. Knowing how to make dumplings, it is very easy to use.

She was biting a branch, thinking hard about a plan, when she suddenly tasted a little salty taste in her mouth, it turned out that there was some mud on the branch.

Yun Yiyi quickly threw away the branch, and rinsed her mouth with white water.

Yan Qinghe was still earnestly making dumplings. He was always earnest in his work. Each fat dumpling was formed in his hands, and then put into the Shau Kei beside him. Each dumpling was about the same size.

The stuffing of cabbage and fungus was almost finished. He glanced at the peanuts and walnuts next to him, thought about it, and wrapped some in it.

This is called Caitou dumplings.

It’s not surprising that some people would eat this way during Chinese New Year, and some people would put copper coins in the bread, which means making a lot of money in the new year.

But in this village, very few people would do this. After all, it would be nice to have a meal of dumplings. Everyone is busy eating, and there is no time to do this at all.

Although it's not a holiday now, Yun Yiyi feeds everyone three meals a day, as if it's a holiday.

With a smile on his lips, he wrapped a peanut into the dumpling.

It's just that when I saw the brown sugar and milk candy, my eyes couldn't help but twitch. No one has spoiled dumplings like this. Peanuts and walnuts are still edible, but how can these candies be eaten like dumplings.

With that in mind, he calmly packed a bunch of dark dishes.

Yun Yiyi racked her brains in the room to write a lot of theoretical things, and when she came out, she saw a lot of dumplings.

Each is packaged nicely.

Her mood suddenly became brighter, and the dumplings were not a whim of hers. A few days ago, she was thinking about making some fried dumplings and selling them. Dumplings are common in this era, but most of them are steamed and boiled. , The fried dumplings are probably quite special.

So today she made dumplings. As for those colorful dumplings, she just found them interesting, and the two cubs must have found them interesting.

The dumplings were all made by Yan Qinghe, and Yun Yiyi made some of them. In order to mix the dumplings of various flavors evenly, she grabbed a few handfuls from different directions.

Anyway, when the dumplings were served, Yun Yiyi didn't know which dumplings tasted like that.

The freshly cooked dumplings were still a little hot, and when Yun Yiyi took them out, she said, "There are dumplings in here that taste different, if you can eat them, you are lucky."

The two cubs were really interested, very interested in that plate of dumplings.

"Mom, do you want to feed Xiao Huang now?" Yan Dashuang stared at the dumplings and asked.

Every time they eat, it's time for Xiao Huang to eat, usually the two cubs will feed them, and Xiao Huang will eat whatever they eat.

Yun Yiyi nodded: "When it cools down, go feed Xiao Huang."

Yan Dashuang took his own small bowl and put a few dumplings in it, then went to the yard and poured the dumplings into Xiao Huang's bowl.

Xiao Huang smelled the smell of meat from a long distance, and was very excited. He also knew that it was time to eat, so he rushed over quickly, and wailed a few times to express his joy.

Inside the house, Yun Yiyi made dipping sauce.

They are all salt water sauce dishes, not spicy.

Yun Yiyi took a bite of a dumpling filled with cabbage and pork, and another dumpling was filled with cabbage and pork. She seemed to carry it with the cabbage stuffing, and ate several of them.

The meat in Yan Qinghe's bun was not much, and it was impossible to tell what kind of stuffing it was from the outside. She ate some in a row, and finally got a fungus stuffing.

The dumplings were not made by Yun Yiyi, so she had some doubts about the proportions of the various fillings. She poked Yan Qinghe quietly and asked, "How many dumplings with colorful heads did you make?"

Yan Qinghe looked gentle. So far, he has not eaten dumplings with colorful heads, but he does not want to eat them. He made the dumplings, so he can guess the taste, so it must be very strange.

But seeing Yun Yiyi rolling his eyes, he was no longer as depressed as before, so he regretted not wrapping more, otherwise he would be able to eat it now.

"Not many, about eight." Yan Qinghe said.

He thought for a while, and added: "But the dumplings are not cooked, there may not be eight dumplings in this plate."

There were four of them in total. Yan Qinghe originally planned to make only four colorful dumplings, so that each person could share one. Of course, this is only theoretical, and there must be some people who didn't eat the dumplings, but that didn't matter.

He remembered that Yun Yiyi was rarely interested, and he didn't want to spoil her interest, so he doubled the number.

When Yun Yiyi cooks dumplings, there are actually no rules, but when Yan Qinghe makes dumplings, there must be rules. He first wraps the meat, and then makes each dumpling of Caitou dumplings, and puts each dumpling one by one.

But why didn't she eat it.

Yun Yiyi took another pair of clean chopsticks and poked lightly into the plate, only to hear Yan Dashuang whine.

"Mother, what is this?" Yan Dashuang panicked.

The dumpling had a big hole, and a rich and sweet liquid flowed out from it.

Yan Dashuang always eats dumplings with big mouthfuls. This dumpling is dipped in sauce. The salty and sweet taste is so strange.

It was so strange that he wanted to throw the dumplings now, but he knew that his mother would definitely be angry.

"Ah, you have eaten the first dumpling. This is Caitou dumpling. After eating, you will have good luck." Yun Yiyi smiled.

Why didn't she eat it.

Before, she didn't tell the two cubs what kind of stuffing was inside, she just wanted to give them a surprise, they were edible after all, she had heard that someone put a copper wallet in the dumpling, but that stuff Too dirty to fit.

Things like money, throughout the ages, have the most bacteria. After all, you never know how many people have passed through the hands. Besides, she is really afraid that Yan Dashuang will swallow it in one gulp.

Yan Dashuang looked at the dumpling suspiciously, "Really?"

He didn't believe it, but it was his mother who said it herself, so he chose to believe it.

Yun Yiyi hummed, and told Yan Dashuang to eat the dumplings with a frown.

It's strange to say that Yan Dashuang is obviously a sweet tooth, so he can't accept brown sugar in dumplings, but after thinking about it carefully, the taste is probably not very good.

Yan Xiaoshuang stared at his bowl, a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes.He eats dumplings slowly, taking small bites, just like Yun Yiyi, always late for dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork, and he has no fate for the so-called Caitou dumplings.

After a while, Yan Dashuang said again: "What is this, crunchy, hard."

After he took the dumpling down, he saw peanuts and walnuts inside.

This taste is better than the dumplings just now, but it's still not good.

Yan Dashuang was a little angry, he only wanted to eat meat, and he wanted to eat delicious meat dumplings.

Yan Xiaoshuang turned his head and looked at him enviously. He hadn't finished eating the dumplings in his bowl, but he was already ready to move, so he put another dumpling in the bowl, took a bite this time, and it was Chinese cabbage again.

"This is walnuts and peanuts, which means that Dashuang will be very lucky this year." Yun Yiyi said, thinking why he couldn't eat them.

Yan Dashuang stared at the dumpling for a while, then quietly picked out the peanuts and walnuts inside. Fortunately, Yun Yiyi was busy eating the dumpling and didn't notice him at all. .In the past, when he was a picky eater, he didn't know where to throw the food. Now that he has Xiao Huang, he is his best partner in crimes.

Satisfied in his heart, he picked up another dumpling.

Then, Yan Dashuang wanted to cry, "Mom, why is there toffee?"

Yun Yiyi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Did you eat it again?"

Yan Dashuang nodded, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Of course he knew that this familiar and beautiful taste was sugar. He liked this taste the most on weekdays, but not now. have both.

Today, the taste is very unpalatable.

All he wanted was a good meal of meat.

But he was reluctant to throw away the toffee.

Yun Yiyi touched his head, she set up this lottery to make everyone happy, how could she know that Yan Dashuang was so frustrated, so she comforted: "Okay, we want to get these dumplings, but we still can't choose Woolen cloth."

This reason did not comfort Yan Dashuang.

His mouth was sweet. After eating the toffee, he ate the dumplings.

But it was also strange that no one would eat Caitou dumplings any more.

Didn't Yan Qinghe say that he wrapped eight of them? Could it be that there were still five left uncooked?

In order to eat Caitou dumplings, Yun Yiyi ate some more today, but in the end, she just ate ordinary dumplings.

Outside the house, Xiao Huang took a bite of a dumpling, and sweet brown sugar flowed out.

Ow.

It took another bite of the dumpling, and this time it tasted it with the clicking sound. This was the peanut that the little master usually threw to it.

The back room was full of food, Yun Yiyi changed the direction to look for the destiny dumplings in order to find the Caitou dumplings.

She also knows the reason now. She didn't pay attention when cooking the dumplings. When the dumplings were served, the dumplings of various flavors were placed in the same place, that is, next to each other. That's why she ate dumplings of the same taste. .

Anyway, it was a combination of various coincidences that prevented her from finding the dumplings.

Yan Xiaoshuang also became eager to win, and stuffed another dumpling into her full belly.

Xiao Huang outside the house took a bite of the dumpling, boom boom boom.

(End of this chapter)