Mr.Qiao, love me, are you afraid?

"Don't you want dumplings?" Su Jinse said with a smile.

"I'm not going to eat dumplings. I'm going to make dumplings."

Su Jinse handed him a dumpling skin: "put the stuffing in it, then wrap it like this, like this, like this..."

"It's just making dumplings. It's very simple. There's no need for teaching." Qiao Yi sits down beside Su Jinse. Su Jinse is used to him because he is not modest.

As a result, Qiao Yi's first dumpling ended with a rotten stomach and intestines. She lived for ten seconds.

The second dumpling learned the lesson of the first one, put a little stuffing, but did not burst the stomach, but because the stuffing was too little, the dumpling became a solid steamed bread, dead.

The third dumpling combines the painful experience of the first one and the second one. The filling is not much, but the proportion is perfect. It's just president Qiao's ten dexterous fingers. In this situation, it seems rather clumsy. After pinching the dumpling skin for a long time, either it can't close or the edge is twisted. It looks like a goblin who eats too much.

Of odd shape, dumpling dumplings were born in the hands of the president, and he died of death. "So much so that five pounds of meat is not enough to make complaints about it."

Qiao Yi glances at him, assistant Ding trembles, but still resists: "Mr. Qiao, otherwise you can watch TV with the old man and let's make dumplings."

The old man was watching the program before the Spring Festival Gala accompanied by a special nurse, and he was very happy.

Qiao Yi sneers: "do you think my bag is not good?"

Su Jinse and assistant Ding whispered softly: "there are meat and vegetables in the refrigerator. Take them out and wash them. I'll mix the stuffing."

Qiao Yi is gifted. Su Jinse extremely doubts that he has no childhood and regards dumplings as dough.

Originally, what he made was dumplings, and it was just that all of them were crooked melons and cracked dates.

But later, salted egg Superman and Altman all went to battle.

That's all, but it aroused Su Jinqi's interest. After all, he was a teenager. After seeing Qiao Yi's works, he volunteered: "I will, too."

As a result, they turned the scene of making dumplings into a show of handicrafts. Instead of using dumpling stuffing, they just used noodles as clay to knead small people.

Ninja tortoise and seven fairies, robot cat and Tang monk, it is wonderful.

Assistant Ding washed the vegetables and meat and came out. Seeing this, he looked up and screamed: "I'll go to the supermarket to buy a bag of flour."

"Buy a bag, but it won't spoil it. It will be baked in the oven later. Whoever makes it will eat it." Su Jinse said: "Jinqi, you can do as much as you can eat."

Su Jinqi has lost his way, but Qiao Yi is the only one.

Fingers turn flower, a cartoon character was born in his hands.

He made dumplings in a terrible way, and his face seemed to be pinched.

He gave a fairy to Su Jinse. His face was indisputable, but he was still slim.

Su Jinse said to him: "I just want this one, or I can't eat it."

"It's so cute that you want to eat it." The 1.87-meter-old man looks sad and looks pathetic.

Poor in unexpectedly have a little lovely, suddenly Su Jin se a little don't know where the body is at a loss.

In front of the big devil is no longer a big devil, this is not terrible, terrible is that he will change back sooner or later.

She shakes her head, tries to shake off the uneasiness, and laughs with him: "I only eat half, save her half life."

Before the Spring Festival party, the dumplings are finally finished. Assistant Ding cleans up the tea table and turns it into a dining table. While Qiao Yi is still in artistic creation, Su Jinse seizes the time to make another three delicacies hot pot.

Assistant Ding put in whatever ingredients he bought as the base of the soup.

When making dumplings, Su Jinse was cooking soup with chicken rack and abalone, putting a Beijing onion to remove the fishy smell. The strange smell floated in the huge space.

Su Jinse is very good-looking when she makes dumplings. She lowers her eyebrows and nimble fingers to make a full and lovely dumpling. She can also make Huajiao, all kinds of dumplings.

Before the Spring Festival, the whole family would also make dumplings around the table. They were all made by her and her father and brother. While her mother was eating melon seeds, she complained that they made dumplings slowly.

Su Jinse thought this kind of scene would never happen again.

Qiao Yi suddenly stretched out her hand full of flour and lifted Su Jinse's broken hair behind her ears, which made her hair covered with flour.

A lift an eye, Qiao Yi's eye is particularly bright: "Hey, is this the first new year's Eve that we live together?"

"Yes," Su said

"Oh, next year." Qiao Yi pointed to her stomach: "he's coming."