Take a good cub to set up a daughter-in-law

A whole family is making dumplings happily around the table, talking and laughing as you say something to me, the flour is rubbed on your face, my face and other faces, the appearance of dumplings without any technology is really strange.

"Brother Yichen, my dumplings are so ugly, can you teach me?" Qiao Ruoyin showed Zhuo Yichen the dumplings she had made.

"Hahaha, sister Ruoyin, did you make buns?" Zhuo Ziyang laughed at Qiao Ruoyin mercilessly after seeing it.

"What do you mean? Are you laughing at me? My dumplings also have folds, okay?" Qiao Ruoyin heard Zhuo Ziyang's ruthless ridicule, and pushed her dumplings in front of Zhuo Ziyang to let him see clearly.

"Oh my god hahaha, Qiao Ruoyin, are you pleats? Are you pimples? It's too ugly. Who can eat them?" Mu Hanxuan also took a look at Qiao Ruoyin's dumplings when he heard Zhuo Ziyang's merciless ridicule.

It's really ugly, small buns, with pimples around the edges.

"Ah! Why do you look like this! What are you laughing at? Let me see how you wrapped Mu Hanxuan? What are you so long? Do you think you wrapped spring rolls?" Qiao Ruoyin approached Mu Hanxuan Next to see what his dumplings look like.

"What spring rolls? What eyes are you looking at? Is there any sense of aesthetics?" After Qiao Ruoyin sneaked a glance at the capital, Mu Hanxuan quickly blocked the dumplings with his body to prevent Qiao Ruoyin from seeing them.

The two of them kept arguing about their appearance, the room was full of their voices, and A Yuan secretly watched Mu Hanxuan and Qiao Ruoyin's every move.

"Okay, Mu Hanxuan, are you still young? What are you fussing about with Ruoyin? I can't stand it anymore." Song Liyuan looked at Mu Hanxuan with disgust while admiring her dumplings.

"Don't talk about Song Liyuan, the dumplings you made yourself are not very good, just like a wonton." Mu Hanxuan mercilessly laughed at the dumplings made by Song Liyuan.

War is about to break out.

The quarrel of two people became the quarrel of three people.

Seeing Zhuo Ziyang covering his ears and looking at the three adults with disgust, Qin Yaran really wanted to laugh at that little expression.

Qiao Ruofeng ignored those chattering people, quietly imitating Zhuo Yichen and A Yuan's technique, making dumplings.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing." A Yuan wanted to stop them, but no one paid any attention.

Soon Qiao Ruoyin withdrew from the quarrel, continued to lean next to Zhuo Yichen, and said to Zhuo Yichen with an aggrieved face.

"Brother Yichen, please teach me how to wrap it. I can't understand it all the time. Am I too stupid?"

When Zhuo Yichen saw Qiao Ruoyin approaching, he moved a little to the side, and gave Qin Yaran a complicated look.

"What are you looking at me for? Ruoyin asked you to teach her." Qin Yaran held back a smile and looked at Zhuo Yichen, because she knew what Zhuo Yichen's eyes meant.

After Qin Yaran finished speaking, she continued to roll out the dumpling wrappers, and taught Qiao Ruofeng how to wrap them by the way.

"Okay." Seeing that Qin Yaran agreed, Zhuo Yichen took a dumpling wrapper.

"You look after it." After Zhuo Yichen finished speaking, he skillfully wrapped the dumplings, and the process took about 15 seconds.

It's a pity that Qiao Ruoyin's heart was not on Zhuo Yichen's dumplings, but at that moment just now, Zhuo Yichen used his eyes to ask for Qin Yaran's approval.

I didn't expect that the relationship between the two people had become so good, and they had to ask for consent. Sure enough, many things happened in Paris.

Qiao Ruoyin stood blankly holding the dumpling wrapper, her mind was full of Qin Yaran and Zhuo Yichen's affairs.

"Will you do it?" Zhuo Yichen knew that he was very fast, so he specially packed a few more for Qiao Ruoyin to learn slowly.

"Oh, it's over, brother Yichen, come closer." Qiao Ruoyin smiled and said to Zhuo Yichen in a low voice.

Zhuo Yichen glanced at Qiao Ruoyin, but did not approach, so Qiao Ruoyin had no choice but to approach Zhuo Yichen by herself.

"Brother Yichen, how far have you and sister Yaran developed? Are you reconciled?" Qiao Ruoyin whispered in Zhuo Yichen's ear.

Zhuo Yichen hurriedly moved away from Qiao Ruoyin, frowned at Qiao Ruoyin, glanced at Qin Yaran, and found that she didn't look over, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stay away from me, what happens to us has nothing to do with you." Zhuo Yichen said to Qiao Ruoyin in a slightly disgusted tone.

"Brother Yichen, why didn't I do it? You don't need to talk to me like this, and I really want you well, otherwise I wouldn't take the initiative to help you." Qiao Ruoyin felt a little wronged.

"Oh." Zhuo Yichen was very indifferent, and after perfunctory Qiao Ruoyin, he walked to Qin Yaran's side.

"Tsk!" Qiao Ruoyin gritted her teeth, clenched her fists and stared at Zhuo Yichen and Qin Yaran viciously.

"Sister Ruoyin, you don't have to be so angry. No matter what, mom and dad will always be together. They were made in heaven." Zhuo Ziyang stood on the chair and looked at Qiao Ruoyin with a smile.

"Yangyang, what nonsense are you talking about? Sister Yaran and Brother Yichen are so nice. Sister Ruoyin sincerely blesses them." Qiao Ruoyin changed her face instantly when she heard Zhuo Ziyang's voice, and said with a smile.

"Really? Maybe I misunderstood, hehehe." Zhuo Ziyang said seemingly indifferently.

When Song Liyuan was arguing with Mu Hanxuan, she secretly observed Qiao Ruoyin's every move. Seeing her reaction, she actually felt a little comfortable.

"Okay, okay, it's almost done, let's call it a day and cook the dumplings." Qin Yaran clapped her hands to make everyone stop.

A group of people worked together, cleared the table, steamed dumplings, boiled dumplings, and fried dumplings.

After a while, all the made dumplings came out of the oven and were neatly placed on the table, and the smell of the dumplings rushed towards us.

"Today's winter solstice, although this meal is a bit late, I wish everyone a happy winter solstice." Qin Yaran stood up and said to everyone with apple cider vinegar.

"Happy Winter Solstice." The big guy also stood up and clinked glasses with Qin Yaran.

A family sat in the small house, eating dumplings happily around the table, laughter filled every corner, and a sense of happiness immediately overflowed.

"I'm so full." Song Liyuan slumped on the sofa and touched her stomach.

"I must be full, I've eaten so much." Qiao Ruofeng brought over Jianweixiaoshi tablets.

"It's delicious. They're still eating it. It's such a great feeling to be together as a family." Song Liyuan sat up and looked at them at the dining table with a very envious expression on her face.

"Well, there's me." Qiao Ruofeng pampered Song Liyuan's head.

"Huh?" Song Liyuan was a little confused.

"I'll understand in the future, take the Xiaoshi tablets first." Qiao Ruofeng poured a glass of warm water for Song Liyuan.

Don't be so envious, with me here, I will give you a home, you will understand Song Liyuan in the future.