So when the long vacation comes, she is happier than everyone else.

However, it was obvious that both Song Yi and Zhou Gulan were a little hungry because they did not eat staple food for dinner. In order to fill their stomachs, the former kept walking back and forth looking for food at around ten o'clock.

I've been looking around, but no one is good enough.

When he was turning to the kitchen, Song Yi's eyes suddenly lit up and he called Qi Yuncheng who was in the study, "Honey, let me make dumplings for you to eat! The sour soup dumplings made by my wife are really delicious, I will make them for you too.

Ah! I’ve seen the master’s wife making stuffings and making dumplings.”

"You make your own dumplings this late at night? We don't have dumpling wrappers at home. Are you really good at adjusting the fillings?"

"It's okay. I'll make a simple one. You don't need to buy dumpling wrappers. Don't you still have flour? I'll make the dough and then wrap it."

"Want to help?"

"I'll do it myself, you go and do your own thing."

"Then why did you call me here? Don't be tired."

"I know! Let's go."

Seeing his wife happily preparing things, Qi Yuncheng stood in the kitchen for a few seconds before going back to the study. Does his wife still understand?

Being able to take the initiative to cook is purely out of interest, otherwise I wouldn’t take the initiative to do it.

I'm really looking forward to seeing what she can make. It shouldn't be too difficult to make dumplings. At most, you need to be careful not to make them too salty when filling them.

But my daughter-in-law is now free from that, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

As for cooking, he could do it, otherwise it would probably be undercooked. She was always afraid of over-frying or over-cooking, so she cooked it in advance. I don’t know what she was thinking.

Maybe it’s due to the experience of being fried several times.

After reading for about twenty minutes in the study, Qi Yuncheng got into the mood. Now he was idle at home, but when he noticed that his wife was still busy in the kitchen at almost eleven o'clock, he immediately walked out.<

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I don’t know yet what it will be like.

But when he quickly walked over and took a look, Qi Yuncheng broke through the defense on the spot.

I saw my daughter-in-law bending down slightly and busy with her hands covered in flour, as if she had just finished mixing the stuffing and started kneading the dough. After kneading the dough to a certain level, she made a super large irregular white dough pancake directly on the cutting board.

And it’s not thin, it’s a bit thick.

"No, wife? What do you want to do? Make a leek box? The leek box is not that big. Make pizza? Do you know this new ability? Don't you want to make dumplings?"

"I just want to make dumplings!"

"Then how big do you want to pack?" Qi Yuncheng was puzzled.

"Just wait."

Song Yi seemed to be playing, his fair hands kept touching his face.

And just when Qi Yuncheng thought she was going to make the big round dough into smaller ones, it turned out that his wife's thinking was something he couldn't understand.

He actually used a knife to cut the round noodle into rectangular noodles that were five to six centimeters wide and about twenty centimeters long. After cutting, he did know to dip some flour into them.

After dipping, I started to pick up the spoon next to me and put spoonfuls of stuffing on the noodles, evenly spaced.

After distribution, overlap the upper and lower edges of the noodles like a quilt, and then press them firmly with your thumbs.

With this pressure, the width of the noodles is doubled and the middle is bulging.

Song Yi then used a knife to cut them separately, but at this time she paid attention to the fact that they had to be cut between the fillings.

When she finally cut it open, there were pieces of stuff on the cutting board, and then she picked it up and worked it with her hands, making it look like dumplings.

"Hiss~~"

Qi Yuncheng took a breath of cold air, my wife can do magic? Good guy, how does it work? I obviously didn't miss a second of the process, why can't I understand it?

Just as he was complaining in his heart, there was some movement behind him. Qi Yuncheng saw that it was Zhou Gulan who was washing up and wearing pajamas. He was obviously frightened by the master's wife's actions. He opened his mouth slightly and couldn't say a word.

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"Is this how you make dumplings?" After a long time, the husband finally said.

"Don't you think this saves time? And I can't find the rolling pin. It's troublesome to make the dough with my bare hands."

"No wonder I like you so much."

"Really, have you thought of my advantages?" Song Yi looked at Qi Yuncheng with his hands full of flour.
Chapter completed!