The brother and sister started to go to the kitchen, and Su Xiaomo began to cut the scallions into the dumpling filling.

"Brother, my eyes are sore and I'm crying."

Su Linyan was kneading, his hands were dating, "You go out, I'll cut the onion."

As soon as Su Xiaomo put the kitchen knife, she turned around and went to the water pipe to rinse her eyes with water.

Su Linyan cut vegetables much faster than Su Xiaomo. He was like an old chef. After a short while, the scallions were cut all over the chopping board.

Then start mixing with the meat.

Su Xiaomo started to beat eggs and her family wanted to eat two stuffed ones tonight.

When Mrs. Su returned home, she saw her son and daughter in the kitchen.

She put down her bag and quickly went to the kitchen, "Xiao Mo, are you back?"

"Mom, I'm back."

Su Xiaomo put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hand and walked over to hug her mother. "Mom, I'm sorry, I've been back for so long."

Mrs. Su hugged her daughter tightly.

The mother and daughter were warm for a moment, and Mrs. Su asked her son to go out and she started cooking.

Su Linyan and Su Xiaomo did not leave, and both of them had to accompany their mother in the kitchen. Even if they were talking, they were happy to make dumplings for their mother.

Minister Su also came back. Seeing that the three of them were in the kitchen, he also took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves into the kitchen. "What am I doing?"

"Dad, we are not good at skill, so we should just roll the dough for professional purposes." Su Xiaomo said.

The dumplings she and Minister Su made were different. Mrs. Su and Su Linyan didn't know how their hands were grown, and they could even pinch laces.

Every time, Su Xiaomo wanted to change hands with his brother.

"Brother, teach me how to pinch it." Su Xiaomo went to ask for advice again.

Su Linyan taught her step by step, and Su Xiaomo also learned seriously.

But at the end, Su Lin said, "You and our dad roll out the dough."

Su Xiaomo frowned and looked at the dumplings that had been crushed by her, and was very depressed.

The same hand, why is the difference so big?

"Brother, teach me again."

Comrade Su Xiaomo has a tenacious and unwilling spirit.

So Su Linyan gave her another dumpling skin, "Look at it, pinch it in the middle."

Su Xiaomo learned as he did.

However, she was ugly.

Finally, the finished product came out. The dumplings in Su Linyan's hand were called dumplings, and Su Xiaomo's dumplings were cordially praised as "big green vegetables" by his parents.

Even Mrs. Su was worried that the dumplings made by her daughter would not be cooked.

"Brother, I think I will definitely succeed the third time."

Su Xiaomo still refused to give up.

In the end, Su Linyan gave up.

He stood behind his sister, holding her hands with both hands, and taught her to make dumplings step by step. "See, gently pinch it in the middle and start pinching the sides from both sides, don't pinch the filling."

Su Xiaomo nodded and listened very seriously.

Finally, a decent dumpling was born.

"It's too difficult for me to stop learning."

Su Xiaomo felt that a job without technical content is most suitable for her. People should not be greedy for what they cannot do. Those who know the times are heroes. If she wants to be a hero, she should roll out dumpling skins.

Minister Su is the most self-aware and he doesn't even talk about what to learn.

The father and daughter roll the dough, and the mother and son pack it.

Talk and laugh in the kitchen until late.

Neither of the couple mentioned their daughter's affairs in the Jiang family, as if she was the same as before, and she was Su Xiaomo, their daughter.

The Jiang family, Mr. Jiang saw that it was past eight o'clock, so he wanted to call his daughter to ask if he had eaten or sleep.

Gu Nuanxi confiscated his cell phone.
Chapter completed!