Xiaoshou, be good, open the door

By the time Zhao Wei smoothed himself out, the summer vacation was over, Xiao Duoduo and Mother Zhao returned home, and little friend Hao Yiduo, who was so tanned, was promoted to the big class.

Zhao Wei officially "attended" the Zhao family. After eating the meal made by Zhao's mother, Zhao Wei knew where Zhao Chenxi's good craftsmanship came from. The young man who wiped honey almost treated him like a son, and the little beauty Duoduo was completely captured by the handsome uncle under the double temptation of the handsome guy and snacks, which made Zhao Chenxi jealous all the time. This bastard was his own fate magic star.

Zhao’s mother is a retired high school teacher. Now Xiyanghong’s life is very rich. She learns calligraphy, dance, and guzheng. Helping with pick-up, Dodo is happiest when her uncle and father go to pick them up together. The teachers in the kindergarten pay attention to them. little princess.

This day, Zhao Wei was dragged to pick up Duoduo again. When he came back, Zhao’s mother was preparing the stuffing and preparing to make dumplings. Don’t tell me, Zhao Weichang’s favorite food at such a young age is the dumplings made by himself. It’s a pity his mother During the Chinese New Year, I always let the nanny take care of it, and never do it myself.

A family of four huddled in the kitchen, chatting and working at the same time. Zhao Chenxi rolled the skin, Zhao's mother made it, and Duo Duo pressed the dough. Cover the mat.

Zhao's mother asked Zhao Wei: "Xiao Zhao, what kind of stuffing do you like to eat? Today I prepared leek lean meat and mackerel. Tell me, what do you like? Auntie will make it for you next time."

"Auntie, as long as it is made by you, I like it. Auntie, the dumplings you make are so beautiful, just like a little ingot."

Zhao Wei's words made the crow's feet in the corners of Zhao's mother smile flat: "It's not your aunt who brags. The dumplings I make are not only beautiful but also delicious. The skin is thin and the filling is big. No matter how you cook it, you won't earn money?"

"Auntie, what does earning mean?"

"Isn't it okay for you to say that? When we cook dumplings for the Chinese New Year in Qingdao, if the dumpling skin is broken, it can't be said to be broken. If it is earned, it means earning money. It is passed down by the older generation for auspiciousness. "Mother Zhao squeezed a small dumpling with a big belly and stood on the panel with ten fingers.

Zhao Chenxi held my dough in one hand and a small rolling pin in the other, and waved it like a windmill. The small dough gradually bloomed in his hands and turned into big round flowers.

Zhao Wei felt itchy, and tried to roll one himself, but the big claws couldn't hold the small rolling pin at all, and the rolled out leather had seven ears and eight corners, and even Duo Duo hated it to death.

Zhao Chenxi almost burst out laughing, with smile lines forming around her deep eyelids: "Zhao Wei, Duoduo is better than you at rolling." "

"I don't believe it anymore. I think I, Zhao, have touched fish in the West River and collected firewood in the East Mountain. If you don't believe me, you can't make a dumpling wrapper. Come again!" Zhao Wei roared, full of grandeur and pride.

"Xiao Zhao, how old are you this year? Who are the people in your family?" Zhao's mother looked at the ugly boy, and her mother's love was born spontaneously.

Zhao Wei, who was bluffing, darkened when he heard Zhao's mother's question: "Auntie, I am 24 this year, and I live alone in Beijing. My mother and father have divorced a long time ago."