I have trouble communicating with the president

Chapter 220 Life Adjustment
Ye Posuo looked up at the dumpling wrappers in Su Fu's hands that were as big as her two hands, "Sure! You can make Bawang dumplings as big as you like, and cook them in the pot later."

"It's the first time you approve of my culinary skills. I'm so happy. I'll reward you." Su Fu said and leaned towards Ye Posuo. When Ye Posuo was in a daze, his lips were already landed on her forehead.

Ye Posuo's eyes widened, and as soon as she raised her hand, Su Fu had already left, and turned to look at her with a smile, "It turns out that this is what it feels like for a husband and wife to cook together, not bad, not bad."

"You're not cooking. You're clearly playing. If you were really asked to cook every day, you wouldn't say that." Ye Posuo no longer cared about Su Fu's actions just now.

"I wouldn't be willing to ask you to cook every day. This belongs to our life adjustment and the joy of life." Su Fu put the super large square dumpling wrapper he just cut in front of Ye Posuo, "Possuo, this is a big dumpling , boiled first, then fried."

"Yeah." In the final analysis, she was the one who cooked, Su Fu was a person who could talk and occasionally use his hands.

After working hard in the kitchen for a while, he finally wrapped the dumplings, but the two that Su Fu made before were disgusted by Su Fu, and he decisively threw them into the trash can.

"To cook dumplings, wait for the water to boil before pouring them in. Usually watch the dumplings float in the pot, and then cook them again. If you are not sure, you can try one."

"How can I taste it if it's not ripe?" Su Fu asked doubtfully standing beside Ye Posuo.

Ye Posuo was waiting for the water to boil, when she heard Su Fu's words, she glanced sideways at him, "Sure enough, you are born to enjoy your life, you should stop making dumplings yourself, ask your servants to do it!"

"It's as if you're not at home. From now on, I'll only eat the dumplings you made, and mine." Su Fu said with a smile, suddenly feeling a little hungry, it was dark outside, and they were indeed in the kitchen Been busy there for a long time.

"So you will stop eating dumplings in the future?" Ye Posuo said looking at the gradually boiling water in the pot.

"Bah, bah, bah! The two of us are fine, how can we stop it, unless you are too lazy to make dumplings, I will reluctantly not eat." Originally, he seldom ate dumplings, usually rice, last time Yong Rulian came to his house to eat dumplings, and going back, it was probably a few months ago on the night of the Chinese New Year.

"Don't feel wronged, don't eat if you don't want to eat." Ye Posuo picked up the dumpling plate and started to serve the dumplings.

"I wronged myself in order to get better." Su Fu watched Ye Posuo's movements seriously. He seemed to have learned a lot tonight, but in the end he still didn't learn how to make dumplings.

While waiting, Ye Posuo went to prepare the dipping sauce again, "If the dumpling stuffing is not tasty enough, it won't taste good, so you need dipping sauce at this time. The general condiments are onion, ginger, garlic, soy sauce, vinegar, and peppercorns. Oil, chili oil, you can add a little sesame for the appearance."

"You said that Xiaozhima is for beauty?" Su Fu had never heard of this saying.

"It's not all, it's still edible if it sticks to the dumpling skin." Ye Posuo said while cutting the onion.

Su Fu nodded slightly, the first rule of a good husband is that everything his wife says is right.

(End of this chapter)