Shen Mo was speechless for a long time.

No wonder my uncle said that there was no movement for a long time. According to this method, it may not be possible to make a dish until dark.

He wiped his hands dry, threw tissue into the trash can, and asked Chen's father: "What are you doing now?"

"Fresh shrimp dumplings." Chen's father placed the dough he had rolled in front of him, feeling quite contented. "I didn't expect that I seemed to have some talent in making pasta. Do you think this thickness is very even?"

Shen Mo didn't answer the conversation, silently took a piece of dough, dug a small spoonful of filling and filled it in, closed the sides of the dough, pinched it tightly, and asked Chen's father again: "How many have you wrapped?"

Chen's father said: "Two."

"..." Shen Mo's hand was stagnant, and the strength passed, and the filling leaked out of the dough.

Shen Mo felt that this was not preparing dinner for them, but intoxicating themselves.

Just like in the past, his father would taste a kind of tea, study the life of the tea tree, read a poem, and travel to the place where the poet grew up. In short, the experience is greater than the result, so now, it is probably to experience life in the kitchen.

Father Chen carefully held the two dumplings he had made in his palm and showed them to them.

Bai Youwei seemed to be possessed by something, covering her heart and exclaimed: "Oh my God... so exquisite! The size and shape are exactly the same, and even the folds look so beautiful! Uncle, is this really the first time you have made dumplings? I can't bear to eat them because they are so beautiful!"

Chen's father smiled and put down the dumplings, "It's better to be slower. No matter how beautiful it is, it will be useless if it can't be eaten."

I'm a little self-aware.

Shen Mo made dumplings silently, and was extremely fast. He took the dough and filled the filling. He closed it with one hand and pinched the edge with the other hand, and wrapped a dumpling.

Of course, the appearance cannot be compared with the two dumplings that Shen’s father “crafted carefully”, but the advantage lies in efficiency.

"I'll roll out some dough and you two will wrap it first." Chen's father gave the place to both of them and turned around to get the noodles.

Shen Mo and Bai Youwei sat together to make dumplings.

Most of them are from Shen Mobao.

Bai Youwei initially made it quite decently, but later she gradually became casual. Sometimes she added a pair of ears and sometimes pinched her tail. In the end, she couldn't tell whether she was dumplings or buns, or something else.

Shen Mo lit flour on her nose and joked: "Isn't I enough fun with mud when I was a child?"

"It's not just that I haven't played enough, I haven't played it at all, okay?" Bai Youwei pinched four small feet for the dumplings in her hand and said seriously, "I want to make it a little special, so that when you eat it, you can recognize which dumplings I made."

Shen Mo laughed, "It's hard not to recognize it."

Bai Youwei asked curiously again: "You packed so quickly, have you learned it before?"

"I haven't learned it specifically." Shen Mo said while making a bag, "In the past, there were some party programs in the army during festivals and festivals. We organized everyone to make dumplings together, which is an activity to enhance team friendship."

He paused and whispered, "Just count, I grew up next to my grandfather. This is the first time... I saw my dad prepare supper."

"My dad knows how to cook. He thinks he has a pretty good cooking skills, which is better than a nanny." Bai Youwei recalled, "But since I became a cripple, he seems to have never cooked food for me again. During that time, he and my mom quarreled every day, and moved out after arguing, and never came back."

Shen Mo stopped, looked at her face, and asked softly: "Do you miss them?"

Bai Youwei shook her head, "I thought about it in the first few years, but now I'm fading..."

Shen Mo gently rubbed her head.

Bai Youwei smiled and patted his hands: "Hate, the flour is on my head!"

Shen Mo said: "That was what you made when you made dumplings just now."

"You don't admit it yet!" Bai Youwei also made flour on him.

The two started to make a fuss in the kitchen.

It was playing, and noise came from outside.
Chapter completed!