Not long after, Shin Wangjin changed his clothes and came downstairs. When he walked to the dining table, he even rolled up his sleeves.

Zhuang Yibo was still sitting quietly at the dining table, but he stretched out his hand and pulled it up, "Come on, stand up, how can you learn to make dumplings while sitting?"

The servant asked in disbelief: "Mr. Shen, do you really know how to make dumplings?"

"Can this happen?" Shen Wangjin said as he took the rolling pin from his aunt's hand, took another piece of detergent, skillfully rolled it into round skin on the chopping board, put the dumpling filling in it, and pinched out beautiful pleats, and a plump dumpling was finished in one go.

Now it was not only the servant, but also Zhuang Yibo was stunned.

Soon Shin Wangjin pulled her to him and said, "Come on, I'll teach you."

Seeing this, the servant consciously gave up everything at hand and hid back to the kitchen.

Zhuang Yibo was surrounded by Shen Wangjin and taught her to roll the dumpling skin step by step.

Zhuang Yibo was extremely stiff, but Shen Wangjin seemed to have not noticed it. He took her hand and divided a smooth movement into countless simple frozen movements, and finally rolled out a somewhat strange-shaped dumpling skin.

Seeing the dumpling skin in her hand, Shin Wangjin couldn't help laughing, and turned his head slightly to look at her and said, "Is there anything I can't do with such a clever finger? Come again."

He was in her ears with every breath, and Zhuang Yibo was still stiff, his lips moved slightly, and he didn't say anything in the end.

Shin Wangjin once again gently held her hand and rolled out a strange piece of skin step by step again.

Once, twice, three times... After I can't remember how many times, the skin in my hand finally looked like a dumpling skin. Then Shen Wangjin turned his head and looked at her again and said, "Have you learned it now?"

Zhuang Yibo hesitated for a moment and did not answer.

Seeing this, Shin Wangjin slowly let go of his hand, stood beside him and looked at her leisurely, "Try it for yourself."

Zhuang Yibo was stiffer than when he had started before. He took the dosage himself and mechanically used the rolling pin in his hand. Finally, he rolled out a huge dumpling skin with inexplicable shape and broken skin.

Seeing the pink on her ears gradually rising, Shin Wangjin finally laughed out loud again, helped her to deal with the dumpling skin, then held her hand again, took the dumpling skin and put it in her hand, "It seems that rolling the skin is still a bit difficult for you, so let's learn to pack it."

Making dumplings is indeed much simpler than rolling the dough, but it is not the case for Zhuang Yibo.

When she learned from her servants, she also tried to simply knead dumplings, but when Shin Wangjin taught her step by step, every pleat on the dumpling skin became a hurdle, infinitely enlarged, and accompanied by his breathing, body temperature, and even heartbeat, they were kneaded bit by bit...

"Well, it's pretty good." Shin Wangjin put the pinched dumplings on her palm, "It should be delicious, right?"

Zhuang Yibo's breathing was almost paused. He came to his senses and finally couldn't help but break free from his arms, put down the dumplings in his hand, and said, "I'll go to the bathroom."

Shin Wangjin was originally looking at her with a smile, but her face changed slightly the moment she turned around.

Before Zhuang Yibo could leave the dining table, he had already caught his wrist.

The next moment, he reached out and slowly lifted her chin, his eyes fell on her left face, and said lightly: "What's wrong with the face?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yibo's heart paused suddenly, and subconsciously raised his hand to stroke his face.

She still had flour on her fingertips, and the redness and swelling area on her face was covered with snow-white flour, which made her redness and swelling even more conspicuous in the instant.

Shin Wangjin's eyes became darker and darker, "Who did you fight?"

"No..." she said softly, "I accidentally bumped into it myself."

When Shen Wangjin heard this, he just stared at her quietly. After a while, he finally slowly let go of her hand.

But she had forgotten what she wanted to do before, stood there a little stiffly for a while, and suddenly returned to the dining table, picked up a new dumpling skin, and lowered her head to make the dumplings silently.

His method of pinching the dumpling skin was unfamiliar and complicated to her, but she still tried hard to restore it, and after some effort, she really made a dumpling that looked like a seven-eight-quarter.

Compared to the stiffness she had when rolling the dough before, her fingers were indeed much more flexible at this moment.

After booking one, she booked the second one and the third one…

Shin Wangjin stood beside him and looked at her quietly. As the dumplings in her hand finally became full and formed, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist.

Zhuang Yibo looked up at him, and there was clearly panic and worry in his eyes.

Shin Wangjin could see clearly, and after a moment of pause, he slowly spoke: "Forget it, it's better for your hands to play the piano."

Zhuang Yibo was suffocated and before he could speak, Shen Wangjin had already turned around and walked towards the living room.

Shen Ruiwen was walking downstairs with a document. When he handed it to Shen Wangjin, he saw the flour on his hand. When he was about to take back the document, Shen Wangjin had already taken it, as if he didn't remember it at all and didn't see the flour on his hand.

Shen Ruiwen opened his mouth to remind him, but it was too late. Shen Wangjin flipped through two pages of the documents and suddenly handed the documents back to him, and then said, "It's rare that I have time today, let's ask the dealer to come and have a simple meal."

Hearing this, Zhuang Yibo's heart suddenly jumped. Before he could say anything, Shen Wangjin had already turned around and looked in the direction of the kitchen and shouted: "Sister Ding."

The servant walked out of the kitchen, and Shin Wangjin looked at Zhuang Yibo again, and then said, "There will be guests here to have dinner tonight. You can accompany Miss Zhuang upstairs to change your clothes."

The servant agreed, wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, gently grabbed Zhuang Yibo's arm and took her upstairs.

Zhuang Yibo's face looked very bad. It was not until she entered the room that she grabbed the servant's hand, and said, "Auntie, please don't tell him what my father has been here today."

Although the servant was in the kitchen just now, he obviously heard the movement between her and Shen Wangjin. He couldn't help but sigh slightly when he heard this and said, "Miss Zhuang, even if I don't say it, does Mr. Shen not know?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yibo felt a chill in his heart.

Yes, they didn’t say it, wouldn’t Shen Wangjin know?

In fact, he already knows it, didn't he?

And who can she hide from what she did except deceive herself?

...

With the invitation from Shen Wangjin, Zhuang Zhonghong and Han Qin came naturally very quickly.
Chapter completed!