Kneading noodles, making stuffings, kneading dough, rolling dough... Jiang Xingchen was busy working in the kitchen, while the little girl watched with interest.
"Brother, why did you chop the meat into pieces? Can it still be stewed? How do you eat the noodles when you make them into such thin slices? Hey, you actually stuffed the meat into the noodles..."
The little girl kept chattering, but Jiang Xingchen was not upset at all and explained to the little girl carefully.
Listening to Meier's praises, he felt an indescribable warmth in his heart. The status of dumplings in the hearts of Chinese people is self-evident. What they represent is no longer a kind of food, but a feeling of home. When the Spring Festival comes,
, whether they are students studying abroad or farmers working outside, they will rush home to have a meal of dumplings made by their mother, but what they eat is the concern and longing of their parents.
The decoration of the house was completed today, so Jiang Xingchen thought of having a full meal of dumplings. The situation in the kitchen at this time brought him the safety and warmth that only a home can have, even though there were only two of him and Meier in this home.
There were no leeks or eggs, so Jiang Xingchen could only make stuffing with pork and green onions. This was the only regret.
After the dumplings were put out of the pot, Jiang Xingchen sat in front of the stove, grabbed a handle next to it, and pushed and pulled it hard.
"Hoo Chi, Hoo Chi..." a very rhythmic voice sounded, the flame in the stove was strong, the water in the pot boiled violently, and the dumplings kept rolling.
The little girl looked at her brother's movements in surprise and murmured: "It turns out that this strange thing is to increase the power of fire..."
When she first moved, she saw her brother's modifications to the stove and bed, and she became very curious. She once asked about it, but he only said that you will know when the time comes. Now that she saw it, she understood the function of the push-pull bellows. She couldn't help but,
She was looking forward to the renovated big bed again. She had slept on it for the past two days, and there was nothing special except that it felt firm...
The dumplings had a round belly like a pig, and they floated one by one. They were white and crystal clear, making them appetizing. Meier's mind was drawn to them and she couldn't help but pursed her lips and swallowed her saliva.
"It's going to be out of the pot soon, go get the vinegar and peel a few cloves of garlic!" Jiang Xingchen said.
"Hey!" The little girl agreed crisply and turned around to get ready.
But just when she was preparing the vinegar and garlic, a banging sound on the door reached her ears.
Jiang Xingchen's hand movements paused, and a helpless smile appeared on his face. There are only a few people he is familiar with now, and now they come to the door. This meal of dumplings...
The little girl also raised her mouth, as if her most beloved toy was about to be taken away. Of course she knew what kind of appetite her brother's friends had. Last time, Sun Sanqiang, who was so skinny and withered, ate four large pieces.
The cake goes down.
However, this small dissatisfaction quickly dissipated, and she was still very grateful to her brother's friend. So Meier immediately adjusted her mentality and trotted out to open the door.
"Sister Hongxian, it's you!" When she opened the door and saw the person coming, Meier immediately showed a bright smile.
"Hey! Little girl, your complexion has improved a lot. You look like a little beauty!" Mo Hongxian, who was outside the door, saw Mei'er's fair and tender face. He chuckled and stretched out his hand to gently touch her face.
Give it a light squeeze.
"Ah! Sister Hongxian!" The little girl exclaimed in a low voice, then gave a coquettish cry and quickly took two steps back.
"Haha, where is your brother?" Mo Hongxian asked immediately without continuing to tease the little girl.
"It's in the kitchen! Sister Hongxian, please come in quickly!" the little girl said, leading Mo Hongxian inside.
"The house you bought is not bad. Ten thousand topaz coins is really worth the money... Eh!" Mo Hongxian followed in and said as he walked. But in the middle of the sentence, he suddenly stopped and his delicate nose twitched a few times.
Down.
Mei'er saw Mo Hongxian's expression, bit her lower lip gently, and thought to herself: "Sister Hongxian is a girl, she shouldn't eat much..."
Entering the kitchen, Mo Hongxian's eyes were fixed on the dumplings.
"You've made new food again, it looks very good..." When Mo Hongxian spoke, he didn't even look at Jiang Xingchen, he was completely attracted by the crystal white dumplings.
"Sister Hongxian, you are here this time..." Jiang Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Mo Hongxian. He had made more than a hundred dumplings, which was enough for three people.
"This is yours!" Before Jiang Xingchen finished speaking, Mo Hongxian had already handed him a ticket number from Imperial Bank, and then said loudly: "I haven't eaten yet, I just happened to catch up today, so tell me quickly
Me, how should I eat this!"
Jiang Xingchen grabbed the ticket number, and when he saw the number of 680,000 on it, his hands trembled. Originally, he estimated that 80 restaurants in Hongyuan City could buy it, which was pretty good. After all, 10,000 Huang Jing coins were not a big deal.
It's a small amount. But looking at this amount, some of the leading restaurants in the city should have bought them all.
Mei'er also saw this number from the side and immediately covered her mouth and choked back a exclamation. Although she knew that her brother was cooperating with Zijin to sell the secret recipe, she did not expect that there would be so much money.
In the past, whether her brother activated the Yuanquan or got back the ticket number of tens of thousands of topaz coins, it was all within the scope of her heart. But now when she saw this number, Meier's brain was shocked to a blank, and then from her heart
The erupting ecstasy quickly enveloped the whole body.
"Jiang Ling, hurry up, how do you eat this?" Mo Hongxian was dissatisfied and turned to glare at Jiang Xingchen.
"Ah!" Jiang Xingchen was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled, put the ticket number in his arms, and stepped forward to teach Mo Hongxian how to eat dumplings.
"For dipping in vinegar, just garlic! Garlic is so spicy... Wow, it smells so fragrant!" Mo Hongxian took a bite of the dumpling in her mouth. The juicy meat filling mixed with vinegar strongly stimulated her taste buds, making her unable to bear it.
He couldn't help but uttered a curse word.
Then, with little instruction, Mo Hongxian took a bite of garlic and chewed it for a while. Then she picked up another dumpling...
Seeing the dumplings on the plate less and less, Jiang Xingchen and Meier looked at each other with blank expressions: "Is she really a woman? She is even more manly than a man..."
"Jiang Ling, peel some more garlic!" Mo Hongxian said suddenly with a vague voice.
"Hey!" Jiang Xingchen stumbled at his feet: "How many heads of garlic do you have to eat? Why don't you let me wrap a bunch of garlic for you!"
Peeling the garlic helplessly, Jiang Xingchen was also thankful in his heart: "Fortunately, I made a lot of dumplings today, otherwise it wouldn't have been enough..."
However, before he could stop thinking about it, there was another knock on the door, and Jiang Xingchen's head was instantly filled with black lines.
Mei'er opened her mouth again. She hadn't even eaten any of the dumplings her brother had made for her, and now someone else came.
Meier turned around and opened the door. Jiang Xingchen hurriedly put down the second pot of dumplings. Mo Hongxian's large plate was already at the bottom.
This time it was Zhao Danqing who came, and he brought thirty packets of medicine containing vitality.
Similarly, the moment he entered the kitchen, Zhao Danqing was attracted by what Mo Hongxian ate regardless of his image.
Seeing Zhao Danqing bring so many medicines, Jiang Xingchen was of course filled with joy and wanted to give him money.
Zhao Danqing waved his hand: "My father said that these thirty medicines are a token of gratitude from the Zhao Family Pharmaceutical Company, and I don't want a single copper coin! We will calculate it separately in the future!"
While speaking, Zhao Danqing also did not look at Jiang Xingchen. Then he put the medicine on the ground, came close to Mo Hongxian, and said with a smile: "Sister Hongxian~"
"What are you doing!" Mo Hongxian turned around suddenly.
"Woo~" Zhao Danqing felt a strong and pungent smell rush into his nose, his head felt dizzy, and he staggered back.
"Pfft!" When Jiang Xingchen, who was cooking dumplings, saw it, he almost didn't laugh out loud. It's strange that the taste in his mouth is better when he eats garlic.
But then, Jiang Xingchen couldn't laugh anymore. Zhao Danqing's appetite could be described as terrifying. Compared with his second brother, he couldn't even be considered a chatterer.
Mo Hongxian ate more than thirty dumplings and was already full! Almost all of the remaining seventy or so went into Zhao Danqing's stomach, as if he had never eaten before, the dumplings were put into his mouth one after another.
Moreover, this guy has no intention of showing off, and he doesn't even know how to save some for Jiang Xingchen and Mei'er. Not only that, he is also very judgmental when it comes to eating garlic...
Mei'er had always behaved very quietly when outsiders were present, but now, she was humming in dissatisfaction.
The corners of Jiang Xingchen's mouth twitched, and he was about to cry without tears: "What a big stomach this is, it looks like it needs to be re-wrapped!"
"It's not enough! Brother Jiangling, do you have any more?" Jiang Xingchen was thinking when Zhao Danqing suddenly licked his lips and turned his head to say something.
"Ahem, cough, cough..." Jiang Xingchen was so shocked by this sentence that he coughed. Even Mo Hongxian, who was covering his mouth while digesting food, tilted his body. He was obviously shocked.
"It's really gone this time! More than seventy dumplings, aren't you full yet?" Jiang Xingchen said with resentment.
"Uh!" Only then did Zhao Danqing realize that he was busy eating, forgetting that his master was still hungry. But he couldn't blame him, he was already delicious, and he had never eaten such delicious food.
"What..." Zhao Danqing scratched his head in embarrassment, chuckled, and said: "Brother Jiangling, prepare yourself for tomorrow. The commanders of the seven armies are here. I need you to demonstrate to them again!"
After saying that, Zhao Danqing looked around the kitchen again to confirm that there were no more dumplings, then he laughed and left quickly, leaving the smell of garlic in the room.
Then, Mo Hongxian also covered her mouth and left. She was so greedy today that her mouth smelled like garlic. Even though she was a man, she could not hide her embarrassment.
After both of them left, Jiang Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to clean up the messy dishes.
Mei'er stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Xingchen's sleeve, and shouted aggrievedly: "Brother!"
"It's okay! There is still meat at home, brother will pack it for you!" Jiang Xingchen smiled slightly and rubbed Mei'er's head lovingly.
"Yes!" The little girl nodded and smiled. What she enjoys most now is her brother's doting.
Knead the dough again, chop the stuffing, roll out the dough, wrap...
But just when everything was done and the dumplings were being put into the pot, there was another knock on the door.
"Ah~" Jiang Xingchen's head was full of black lines, and he was so depressed that he wanted to scream: "No matter who it is, if you steal our dumplings again, I will fight with you!"