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The sun is setting, the sky is getting dark, the bright lights of the mushroom house are on, and it is time to make dinner every day.

Qin Shu and Wu Jin were handling the chicken and pork belly, He Jiong, Zhang Zifeng, and Zhao Liying were picking and washing vegetables, Zhou Shiming was chopping firewood, Peng Yuchang was adding firewood to the kitchen, and Huang Lei was the chef, responsible for cooking.

Qin Shu cleaned up the things and took them into the kitchen to put them away.

Huang Lei said: "Qin Shu, go and ask who can roll dumpling wrappers, I forgot when I went hunting just now."

"it is good."

Qin Shu went out and said loudly, "Is there anyone who knows how to roll dumpling wrappers? Otherwise, there will be no dumplings tonight."

"I can."

Zhao Liying, who was picking vegetables, raised her hand.

"I will too." Wu Jin said, he had nothing to do after he finished his work, and wandered around.

"I will too." Zhou Shiming had nothing to do after chopping firewood.

Qin Shu expressed doubts about the latter two, but he didn't say anything. In theory, he would too.

"Teacher Huang, you know how to roll dumpling wrappers."

Huang Lei smiled and said, "It's fine, you take out the dough, take out the stuffing, and you're done in one step, just make the dumplings."

"it is good."

Qin Shu carried the dough, dry flour and stuffing into the shed, and spread oiled paper on the table as a platform.

Zhao Liying, Zhou Shiming, and Wu Jin gathered around, ready to roll out the dough and make dumplings.

"Do you have a stick for rolling dough?" Zhao Liying asked.

"Let me ask. Teacher Huang, do you have any tools for rolling dough?"

Huang Lei patted his head and forgot about it, "No, just watch."

"Didn't you roll the skin?" Zhao Liying said.

Wu Jin interjected, "Simple."

He pulled a small ball of dough and put it on the oiled paper, raised his hand and patted it down, stood up and pressed it a few times, twisted it a few times, lifted the thick dough, and said, "Isn't this all right?"

Qin Shu joked: "Brother Wu Jing, we want to eat dumplings, not buns."

Several people laughed.

After a pause, he continued, "I have a note."

Qin Shu got up and went to the hall to get some large flat cups.

"Look, isn't this all right? It saves time and effort."

"Can it work?" Zhao Liying doubted.

"Definitely no problem."

Qin Shu pulled out a small ball of dough, put it on the bottom of the cup and pressed it, and it instantly turned into a thin piece of dough.

"It seems to be okay."

Zhao Liying lifted it up to have a look, and it barely worked.

Chapter 141 Boxing with Zhou Shiming

In the pergola, dumpling wrappers of different sizes and thicknesses were pressed out and stacked together.

The dumplings are also of different sizes and shapes, some are long tubes, some are triangular, and some are directly round.

Zhang Zifeng and He Jiong came over to help after picking the vegetables. When they saw the dumplings with different shapes, they smiled and said nothing.

Wu Jin said: "Teacher He, you are laughing."

"No, I didn't smile."

He Jiong picked up the dumpling wrapper, put in the meat stuffing and stopped. He knew that Wu Jin and Zhou Shiming were waiting for it to make dumplings. If they didn't wrap them well, they would definitely be 'joked', after all, he laughed just now.

He carefully observed Zhao Liying's process of making dumplings, and then followed step by step.

Eyes: very simple, quick action.

Manually, follow the instructions of the eyes, step by step, and the dumplings are ready.

Wu Jin cast a glance and laughed out loud. What He Jiong made were not dumplings, but 'bags'. The 'belly' below was round and bulging, and the 'head' on top was squeezed together to seal it.

He Jiong joked: "What are you laughing at, can't you squeeze it?"

He processed it a second time, kneading and kneading it, and forcibly turned it into a dumpling.

"Look, isn't this done?"

Everyone laughed and didn't say anything. He Jiong's dumplings would reveal their original shape as soon as they were steamed.

No problem, just be happy.

They were chatting and laughing, and the 6 people made more than 30 "dumplings" of different shapes in a short time. He Jiong also put two coins in them, and whoever ate them would dance for fun.

Taking the dumplings to the kitchen, Huang Lei glanced at them, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

"Qin Shu, can you cut pork liver? Not too thick, not too thin, moderate thickness." He was going to make fried pork liver with blood skin vegetables.

"I'll try." Qin Shu cut a knife, "Is it okay?"

"can."

"Ah."

Qin Shu became a helper, chopping vegetables with a kitchen knife.

Wu Jin, Zhou Shiming, and Zhao Liying had nothing to do, they wandered around the kitchen, and everything returned to the way it was before.

Time passed slowly, and the sound of chopping vegetables stopped, leaving only the sound of oil exploding in the big iron pan.

The fragrance of the dishes wafted away, and dishes with all kinds of color, fragrance and taste came out of the pot and were brought into the pergola.

Everyone sat down around the table, and He Jiong toasted as usual to welcome Wu Jin, Zhou Shiming and Zhao Liying.

Clink glasses and have a sip.