love out of time

Chapter 139

Qin Zhen glanced at her, "What time is it, I only get up at this time."

Jiang Ci poked the dough on the table with his hand, and was slapped by Qin Zhen, "Poke randomly after you wash your hands."

"There are quick-frozen ones, why bother?"

Qin Zhen sighed "tsk tsk", "Your life is so easy, of course it's interesting to make your own dumplings for the New Year."

Jiang Ci washed his hands, took a piece of dough in his hand, and asked him, "Aren't you from Dali? Why do you want to learn how to eat dumplings in the north during Chinese New Year?"

"When did I say I'm from Dali?" He smiled and couldn't help teasing her, "...I'm from Kunming."

"..."

"I've been in the imperial capital for ten years, and I'm used to it."

Jiang Ci paused, but couldn't help but ask, "Where's your family?"

"Gone."

Jiang Ci said "Oh", "Same as me."

Qin Zhen couldn't help but look up at her, she lowered her eyes slightly, rubbing the lump of flour like she was pinching plasticine, her expression was even calmer than his.

"Don't trample it," Qin Zhen reached out and grabbed the dough in her hand, picked up a beer bottle and handed it to Jiang Ci, "Take it and wash it, come and help."

Jiang Ci had never made dumplings by himself before, so he was bored at this time, so he washed the beer bottle as he said, and rolled out the dough according to the method Qin Zhen taught.To no avail at first, either too thin or too thick, or uneven.After rolling out more than ten pieces of dough, I gradually mastered the method and the speed increased.

She rolled it for a while, then glanced at Qin Zhen's hand.

"Do you want to pack?"

Jiang Ci nodded, "I'll try."

Qin Zhen took a piece of dough and demonstrated while explaining, "Put the stuffing in the center, not too much and not too little, fold it together, and pinch the sides." He will spread his hands, "Okay, it's that simple .”

Jiang Ci was prepared in the same way, wrapped in a swollen one, the skin can be closed,
"..." Qin Zhen watched such a strange creature break into his well-proportioned and beautiful dumpling pile, "...so ugly."

Jiang Ci was not discouraged, and wrapped seven or eight more, with different sizes and different expressions.

Qin Zhen couldn't help teasing, "That's good, let's make a plate, and you can solve it yourself."

Seeing that there were a hundred or eighty wrapped ones, and they were likely to be eaten until the end of the year, Qin Zhen sent Jiang Ci to boil water.He sped up his movements, intending to wrap up the remaining few sheets in one go. When he looked up, he saw that there was still white sugar in the sugar bowl, and then looked at Jiang Ci. She was concentrating on rinsing the pot, so he quietly scooped up a spoonful of sugar, Wrap it into the last piece of dough, and pinch it on the side as a mark.

Qin Zhen put the rattan chairs on both sides of the hall together, spread a tablecloth on the small table, served two large plates of dumplings, and turned on the TV that had accumulated dust all year round.The TV is hung high, and if you really want to watch it, you just have to listen to it to add some atmosphere.

Qin Zhen brought a cocktail drink, took out three bottles and put them on the table, "I bought it for you, only Octave."

Jiang Ci muttered: "Octadu will also be drunk."

"..."

The two sat down and started eating dumplings.

After eating a few, Jiang Ci suddenly let out an "ah" and stopped moving, "Why is this sweet?"

"Fuck, I just made one, and you ate it."

Jiang Ci laughed, "It means I'm lucky."

"Yeah," Qin Zhen took a sip of beer sullenly, "It's a good start."

Jiang Ci glanced at him and said with a smile: "You said a few words today."

(End of this chapter)