Qiu Yi took the dumpling skin and put it in his hand, picked the filling on the chopsticks, and then pinched it skillfully for two seconds. For about two or three seconds, a chubby dumpling was placed on the table.

"Change," Qiu Yi said, and picked up another piece of skin. In the same two or three seconds, another dumpling was placed on the table, "Change!"

Wan Fei was stunned and didn't even bother with the bag. Bian Nan stared at Qiu Yi's hand. Qiu Yi's fingers were quite long, and the action of making dumplings was quite beautiful. He looked for a long time before saying, "Have you sold dumplings?"

"Well, actually it's enough to pinch it. I'm doing it for beauty," Qiu Yi responded, and gently threw the dumplings wrapped in his hand onto the table, "change!"

"Don't change..." Bian Nan always felt that Qiu Yi was quite mature and was a little serious to everyone. When Qiu Yan was taught a lesson, he was nervous. Now that this change was changing, he suddenly felt that Qiu Yi was just like this. He was very naive. He sorted the dumplings one by one, "Have you really sold dumplings?"

"When you went out of my house, did you see a large Northeast stuffed dumpling on the street?" Qiu Yi continued to wrap the dumplings quickly.

"I saw it," said Wan Fei, continuing to wrap dumplings, "Is that the store at the intersection of the street?"

"Yeah," Qiu Yi nodded, "I've worked there and made dumplings."

"You are really..." Bian Nan didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head and wrapped the dumplings clumsily, "Awesome."

With Qiu Yi's speed, the dumpling skin was quickly gone. Qiu Yi continued to roll out all the remaining dosage and waited for several people to wrap all the dumplings, and there was still some stuffing left.

Qiu Yi asked Bian Nan to go to the kitchen to get some starch, mix it in the filling, and pinched a few meatballs.

"Okay, go and put the dumplings," Qiu Yi clapped his hands, "I'll make soup later."

"The water is boiling!" Qiu Yan kept waiting in the kitchen to boil water. As soon as the water opened, he ran to the yard excitedly and shouted.

"Here's here!" Bian Nan jumped up, took down the table and put it into the kitchen.

It is quite easy to cook dumplings. Bian Nan had checked how to cook dumplings before. After leaving half of the dumplings for breakfast, he cooked all the dumplings today. It looked a bit too much, but he felt that he couldn't finish them.

"Brother said I'll give some to my grandparents." Qiu Yan stood aside and said.

"Okay," Bian Nan put two bowls of dumplings out, "I'll take them over, you can lead the way."

Qiu Yan took him through the yard and walked towards the old man and the old lady's house. Wan Fei and Qiu Yi sat face to face under the grape rack, facing a table rack with no tabletop.

"That..." Wan Fei glanced at Bian Nan, and stopped again after speaking.

He looked embarrassed, probably because he wanted to apologize to Qiu Yi while no one was apologizing to him. Bian Nan grinned at him and walked away with the dumplings.

Wan Fei really took the initiative for Xu Rui. This man was thick-skinned, but he was very thin when it came to bowing his head and giving in.

Bian Nan tsk a little, feeling a little emotional.

For love! Ao!

He really couldn't imagine it. When he thought of love, he would uncontrollably think of his parents and the helpless Aunt Lin.

And I am the extra product under the so-called "true love" and "aoying love", and the person who bears original sin because of bullshit true love.

"Grandma!" Qiu Yan turned around and took the bowl from Bian Nan's hand and held it into the neighbor's house.

Bian Nan took back his messy thoughts and accompanied Qiu Yan to deliver all the dumplings.

Wan Fei had already set up the table and took out all the dumplings. It seemed that the apology had ended.

"Go and call dad to get up." Qiu Yi patted Qiu Yan, stood up, pulled over a chair and sat down.

"I'll go and help." Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yan pushing the wheelchair and wanted to go in.

"No," Qiu Yi pulled him, "He can do it, he is usually himself."

Qiu Yi was originally pulling it on his arm, but Bian Nan raised his hand and Qiu Yi pulled it on his hand.

Bian Nan was stunned for a moment. This action seemed like a very idiot like a kindergarten kid holding hands with good friends. I guess Qiu Yi felt the same way, and the two shook their hands at the same time.

"Do you want to work your feet?" Bian Nan hooked a stool and kicked it under the table.

"Yes." Qiu Yi looked down.

"There are shadow feet in Foshan!" Bian Nan shouted, acted to kick Qiu Yi's legs, and then put his legs on the stool with the tip of his shoes and put them on the stool.

Wan Fei had heard that Qiu Yi’s father could not walk before, but when he saw Qiu Yi coming out of the house in a wheelchair, he was still a little surprised. He quickly stood up and bowed: "Hello uncle, my name is Wan Fei, I am Da...bian...Da Huzi's classmate."

"Sit down, why are you so polite?" Dad Qiu said with a smile, "You have been busy for a long time, eat quickly!"

"The stuffing was chopped by Brother Wan Fei!" Qiu Yan put dumplings into Qiu's father's bowl one by one. "This one is made by him, and this one is made by Dahuzi with only two folds..."

"Mine is more than two folds," Bian Nan grabbed a dumpling and dipped it in vinegar and took a bite, "Hey! It's comfortable."

Making dumplings is a very distant thing for Bian Nan. He didn't think there was any difference between dumplings and other dishes before, but now thinking about it, it is probably because he has never had such experience as everyone making dumplings together.

Eating dumplings is a bystander, and the process of wrapping is the fun.

Of course, it depends on who you are with. If you want him to make dumplings with Bian Hao and Xinyu at home, that means he will be tortured or tortured.

"Drink some bar?" Dad Qiu suddenly said to Bian Nan, "There is beer in the refrigerator, how many of us can drink some?"

"Okay!" Wan Fei responded immediately, "The more you drink dumplings, the more you drink it!"

"I'll chat with you," Bian Nan stood up and prepared to go into the house to get beer, "I only need a bottle..."

"There is Coke in the refrigerator," Qiu Yi said, "and the second treasure should drink it together."

"I'll go get it!" Qiu Yan jumped up and ran into the house when he heard this, and shouted in the house, "How many bottles of beer?"

"One person has a bottle, and you will take it after drinking it." Qiu Yi said.

"Oh!" Qiu Yan took the Coke from the refrigerator and hugged it, poked his head out and counted the people beside the table, "One, two..."

"Three," Bian Nan stretched out three fingers at him, "Get three bottles first."

"Four people." Qiu Yan turned his head and continued counting.

"Your brother can't drink," Bian Nan turned around and bared at Qiu Yi, and said with a smile, "Yes, drinking alcohol will affect recovery if it is broken."

Qiu Yi glanced at him: "It shouldn't be enough to drink a bottle..."

"No," Qiu Yan ended the discussion very seriously, turned around and carried three bottles of beer out and put it on the table, "Give you a glass of Coke."

In fact, the only person who can really drink at this table is Wan Fei. Bian Nan has a bottle. Qiu’s father is in poor health. Drinking beer is like drinking white wine. Qiu Yi has no portion and doesn’t know how much alcohol is.

Although the wine is just a drink, the dumplings are laughable and refreshing, making people feel relaxed.

In early summer nights, alleys, courtyards, warm yellow lights under the grape trellis, mosquitoes, dumplings, beer, and talk nonstop. Dad Qiu, who doesn't talk much, just laughs at him all the time, Wan Fei, who is full of passion when drinking, and... Qiu Yi, who looks quite pleasing to the eye.

Bian Nan leaned on the bamboo chair and took a beer bottle and took a bite, which was quite at ease.

After eating and drinking, I went south to the kitchen and found that there were still dumplings left: "We are not good at fighting power!"

"I'm already full!" Wan Fei shouted with a pressing stomach.

Bian Nan rubbed his stomach and shook his feet when he walked out of the kitchen: "If I hadn't drunk wine, I would have eaten twenty more."

"You're also called drinking?" Wan Fei looked at him and was amused for a long time, turned his head to Qiu Yi, "Brother, let's have a good time when your legs are well. You can drink at first sight. The fighting nation must be able to drink."

"Yeah." Qiu Yi nodded. He and Qiu Yan shared a bottle of big coke, and now they were full of anger.

"What I'm drinking is not what I drink!" Bian Nan came over and pointed at Wan Fei, "Say, what is it!"

"Brother Nan, can we not be embarrassed? You will be crazy if you have a bottle of beer..." Wan Fei looked at his phone, "It's getting late, hurry up and help clean up and go back to school."

"Okay." Bian Nan piled up the bowls on the table and took them to the pool. When he turned around, he knocked down a chair without helping him.

"Dahuzi is not good at drinking," Dad Qiu smiled at Bian Nan, "Don't do it anymore, go back to school to rest, just let Erbao clean up."

"Yeah," Qiu Yan immediately began to clean up the plates on the table, "I didn't drink."

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm fine." Although Wan Fei is a ignorant at home, he is still refreshed at least. He put away the dishes and chopsticks and took them to the pool to push Biannan away, squat down and start washing dishes.

Wan Fei's washing dishes is similar to Qiu Yan. He takes water. After washing a few dishes, he put them in the kitchen. Qiu Yan has already pushed Qiu's father back to the house and took medicine. He is taking his clothes to take a shower.

"Big Huzi," As soon as he saw Bian Nan come out of the kitchen, Qiu Yan immediately ran over and next to him, "Are you going back to school?"

"Yeah," Bian Nan nodded, his head shaking a little, "I'll come here tomorrow, I can come here earlier. We will take the exam tomorrow afternoon, and we won't need to train after the exam."

"Oh..." Qiu Yan's voice elongated, and he didn't move.

"Go to take a shower, don't be too slow." Bian Nan pushed him.

"Okay," Qiu Yan walked into the shower room next to the kitchen with his clothes in his arms. He just went in and retreated, "Big Huzi."

"Hmm?" Bian Nan turned his head to look at him, and felt dizzy again.

"Let's go to the bathhouse tomorrow." Qiu Yan said.

"...Okay, you wash yours quickly, why are you so nagging?" Bian Nan said with a smile.

Qiu Yan closed the door and took a shower. Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yi: "I'm leaving, what else can I help now? Let's talk about it, what are you going to the toilet and bed to get things."

"It's gone," Qiu Yi sat under the grape trellis and smiled, "Today...thank you."

"Don't be so polite," Bian Nan pointed at Wan Fei, "He is his job."

"If you have something to do, come to me." Wan Fei cooperated with her hips.

"Professional debt is required, the phone number is 139, cross-bang, cross-bang, cross-bang, cross-bang, just one phone number, take off your arms and legs, and you can choose," Bian Nan slapped Wan Fei's shoulder, turned around and walked out, and walked without stopping while walking, "Ten years of credibility, no deception, one phone number will solve your worries..."

"Brother," Qiu Yan was rushing to the water in the shower room, "Is Big Huzi leaving?"

"Yeah, let's go." Qiu Yi responded, and reached his arms and took the teapot on the stone pier beside him and put it on the table. After pouring it twice, he found that the pot was empty.

"He hasn't said goodbye to me yet!" Qiu Yan took off all his clothes, opened the door of the shower room, and stood up depressedly.

"He was walking away in the yangko, so how could he remember this?" Qiu Yi pointed at him, "Take a shower."
To be continued...