Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

Han Yue reacted after a few seconds, and her face was probably stained with flour.

She wiped her hands and looked in the mirror, sure enough.

After washing off the flour, Han Yue came out embarrassedly: "It's my first time for grandma to roll out dumplings. It's normal to make mistakes. You little devils actually made fun of me. If you laugh again, you are not allowed to make dumplings."

The four children stopped laughing together.

Everyone concentrated on kneading the dough with the aunt.

Han Yue had to admit that the children's hands-on ability was much better than hers. The servant told them the ratio of water to flour, and placed a basin in front of each of them. After the actual operation, they actually got it done in one go.

Han Yue's jaw almost dropped as she looked at the dough kneaded by her grandchildren.

She pressed them one by one, with moderate softness and hardness.

The servant praised the young master and the young lady as the smartest people she had ever met.

Han Yue knew that her grandson and granddaughter had high IQs, but she didn't expect that they were great in all aspects, not just in studies.

She looked at the dough she had made do with, and quickly took the basin and moved it to the other side, otherwise the comparison would be too obvious.

Rong Yan put on light makeup and went downstairs.

At a glance, I saw the grandparents and grandchildren on the round table.

"It looks good." The woman walked over and looked at it and said.

Fu Yunlei and the others held the dough to show off to their mother, emphasizing that it should only be done once.

Han Yue stood aside and forced a smile.

Rong Yan gave two thumbs up: "Genius, much better than me."

"Rong Yan, come to me." Han Yue called to his daughter-in-law.

"What do I do? Make dumplings?" Rong Yan looked at the rolled dumplings on the table and asked, "I shouldn't be needed for rolling dumplings."

"Okay, Mom." Rong Shimo said.

Rong Yan had seen other people making dumplings. They just put the stuffing in the middle of the wrapper and pinched the edges. It was very simple and no guidance was needed at all.

Rong Yan was quickly slapped in the face.

She poured half a bowl of water, looking like an experienced hand, but when she pinched the edge, the filling was exposed first, and after the filling was stuffed in, the skin cracked again.

She tore some noodles to fill the gap. One dumpling was made, but it looked extremely ugly.

The servant wanted to help, but Rong Yan didn't want to, saying that she could do it, but it turned out that this was called being able.

The servant looked at the dumplings in the tray and couldn't help laughing.

Fu Yunlei picked up the dumplings made by his mother and looked at them for a long time, then burst into laughter: "Is this a dumpling?"

"What dumplings?" Rong Yan tried to grab them.

"Brother, sister, look."

"Fu Yunlei." Rong Yan scolded her, but her son didn't buy it at all. He would say to everyone he met with the dumplings, "My mother made them. What do you think they look like?"

The servants couldn't help but laugh after seeing Rong Yan's "real skills".

Rong Yan couldn't outrun the children and sat in the living room waiting for them to come back.

"Have you made enough trouble? Come here to work." Rong Yan said seriously. Seeing that the children didn't listen, her attitude softened, "Bring this over, do you want me to be laughed at by everyone? Yunlei, mom, give it to you. Buy equipment and stop making trouble.”

Rong Yan almost acted coquettishly in front of her son.

"Okay, Mom." Fu Yunlei returned to the table.

Rong Yan covered her face: "I'm really too embarrassed to see anyone, Fu Yunlei, I am your mother."

"Mom, it's not shameful." Rong Shiyu patted Rong Yan on the shoulder to comfort her, "Everyone knows that you can't cook, so it's already good to be able to do it, and it was successful the first time. Keep up the good work, mom. The next one will be better."

"That's right, Mom. Grandma has been learning for a long time. You see, her kneading skills are not as good as ours." Rong Shimo added.

Han Yue's eyes were like knives: "Why are you mentioning me?"

Rong Yan:......

Is this really comforting yourself?

"Rong Yan, it's okay. Look at me, it took me several attempts to succeed. Neither my mother-in-law nor my daughter-in-law are good at cooking, so it doesn't matter." Han Yue said.

Rong Yan raised her head: "That's right, auntie, please teach me."

Women stop being tough.

The aunt taught her step by step several times, and Rong Yan finally learned it. She held the first beautiful dumpling she had made, and the corner of her mouth curled up: "Success."

"Wow!" Several children expressed exaggerated expressions.

"Mom, this is beautiful."

"Mom, you are very smart."

Rong Yan stopped laughing, glared at her son who flattered him afterwards and said, "It's too late."

The dining room of the villa is full of fun.

After three hours of fighting, several people worked together to make four trays of dumplings.

Looking at these fat and white little guys, everyone smiled.

Rong Yan laughed the most happily, having already forgotten the scene when she was laughed at in the first place.

Near noon, Rong Yan called Fu Jingsheng. The man was already on his way home.

This meal of dumplings was served to the servants together.

Rong Yan calculated the time and found that there were only two days left before moving. Maybe this was the last thing everyone did together.

Fu Jingsheng took He Wei home.

Fu Yunlei stood at the door waiting for his father. When he saw the car, he shouted into the yard: "Dad is back."

All the children came out and leaned against the courtyard wall.

"Boss, I'm jealous of you." He Wei said when he saw the battle in front of him, "There are so many people waiting for you to go home."

The corners of Fu Jingsheng's mouth kept rising after seeing the children: "It's rare."

He Wei said to himself: "I want to get married."

"How about I introduce Shen Xingzhi to you?" Fu Jingsheng took the opportunity to say.

He Wei shook his head repeatedly: "No, Mr. Shen is not my type."

The car drove into the yard, and before Fu Jingsheng got out of the car and the door was closed, all the children gathered around to show off their achievements.

Rong Yan was pushed aside and couldn't get a word in at all.

He Wei said hello to Han Yue and the others, saying that he was here to have a meal again.

"Welcome anytime." Han Yue asked He Wei to come in and sit down.

Rong Yan saw several children standing in front of Fu Jingsheng and kept talking about the process of making dumplings.

"Hurry up and let dad come in for dinner and talk while eating." Rong Yan said standing behind.

"Yes, daddy is starving to death." Fu Jingsheng divided the children on both sides.

"Okay, dad, let me tell you, mom made a dumpling that looks like a lump. It's so big..." Fu Yunlei gestured exaggeratedly. Rong Yan finally couldn't control her slap and landed on her son's back: "Say it again and I will cut off your pocket money." The woman threatened.

Fu Yunlei shut his mouth.

Rong Shimo held Fu Jingsheng's hand: "Dad, I made a love dumpling. Whoever eats it will be very lucky."

"I made it into a square shape, and whoever eats it is lucky."

……

Only then did Rong Yan realize that everyone had put some thought into the dumplings.

After all the dumplings were served, everyone sat down at the table.

The aunt ate a dumpling and tears burst into her eyes. She lowered her head so that no one could see her.

But the gesture of wiping tears was so obvious that Han Yue could see through it at a glance.

"Sister Liu, let's get together when we have time. If we can't make dumplings at home, we'll go camping to make them."

"Yes, ma'am."

"My mother is right, don't be sad, everyone. Although we can't get along day and night in the future, we can still meet and have a happy meal, okay?" Rong Yan eased the atmosphere.