After the groom escaped from the marriage, I was doted on by billionaires every day

Therefore, she does every step very carefully.

Mo Chen watched her movements and kneaded the soil in his hands to the right position. Feeling the soft texture coming from his fingertips, the discomfort in his heart gradually subsided.

The psychological shadow is still there, but he can touch the soil, which is a big improvement.

Following Lin Dongyu's example, he kneaded an oval ball of soil and placed it on the platform.

Unexpectedly, the hand just left.

The oval-shaped ball slowly dropped down, and after a while, it completely turned into a puddle of mud.

Mo Chen looked at the mud with a serious expression.

It seems that he is thinking about some difficult project worth billions.

Lin Dongyu used a carving knife to cut out a corner of his clothes. He glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and was immediately attracted by the puddle of mud in front of Mo Chen.

She suppressed the smile on her lips, waved her hand in front of his eyes, and said with a smile: "The proportion of water is too much!"

Mo Chen looked up at her and asked, "Then how did you succeed in the first try?"

"Have you ever met him?" Lin Dongyu asked.

Mo Chen shook his head and then said: "I also made dumplings during the Spring Festival!"

Trying to prove that he is not a young man who has never done anything.

Lin Dongyu tilted his head and smiled, and said: "Okay, let's make dumplings anytime, so you can show off your skills. Call Ermei and Lele over. I haven't made them in a long time. Let's make it lively together."

"Okay." Mo Chen agreed happily.

Making dumplings is a traditional craft of the Mo family.

When my grandfather was still alive, every New Year's Eve, no matter how busy they were, the Mo family members who usually dispersed would return to the Mo family's old house and gather together to make dumplings and watch fireworks lively.

He learned to make bags from his mother when he was very young. It only took him two or three years to learn how to make bags.

In the past few years, he has become the main force in making dumplings in the Mo family.

Lin Dongyu put down the carving knife in his hand, stood up and took the unsuccessful puddle of mud in front of Mo Chen back into the bucket, dug out another ball of mud and put it into the bucket, saying: "When you make dumplings, the dough and fillings are both Is it ready for you?"

When Mo Chen thought about it, it was true.

Everything is prepared by the servants at home, they only need to pick up the dumpling wrappers and wrap them.

“Kneading noodles is like mixing mud,” Lin Dongyu said patiently, “It won’t work if there’s too much water, and it won’t work if there’s too little water.”

"What ratio should that be?"

It was just a small thing in life, but it inspired Mo Chen's eagerness to learn and study.

In his opinion, as long as he is willing to learn, there is nothing he cannot do.

For example, when he and Lin Dongyu first lived together in Yuejingyunju, he was not used to doing housework, but didn't he become very proficient in it later?

Looking at Mo Chenchao's serious eyes, Lin Dongyu said "uh" and said, "How should I describe this ratio..."

"The right amount?"

"Appropriate amount?" Mo Chen repeated the word, then laughed and said, "It seems I can't learn it."

What prevented him from learning to cook was the word "appropriate amount".

When he was studying in college abroad, he once made his own food because he wanted to eat Chinese food.

But when he looked at the recipe, it was a small amount and an appropriate amount, so he couldn't understand how much should be added. The final taste always had an indescribable weirdness.

After several attempts, he gave up.

Why did he bother himself when he could solve the problem with money? In the end, he hired a chef who was proficient in Chinese food to solve the problem.

Lin Dongyu kneaded the mud, added a small amount of water, and said with a smile: "This appropriate amount is actually my own experience. You will naturally know it if you do it more. There is really no way to quantify it."

She kneaded it again and said to Mo Chen, "Okay. Just knead it for another ten minutes and then you can start."

"thank you."

Mo Chen looked at her with the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Lin Dongyu smiled lightly, picked up the carving knife again, and focused on the clay sculpture in his hand.

Under her knife, the outline of the figure gradually became clearer.

Stroke by stroke, from the eyebrows and hair to the folds of clothes, from the prototype of the trophy to the writing on the cup, it's like magic.

After the overall character creation was completed, it was already noon.

Brushes, whetstones, sandpaper, and engraving knives took turns, and Lin Dongyu was polishing the final details.

Mo Chen was not idle either. He squeezed the mud ball in his hand into two balls of different sizes. Stacked together, plus the limbs, they barely have a human shape.

However, the clay sculptures are not made of clay and are not sticky to each other, so these parts cannot be put together at all.

It's okay when placed on the table, but as soon as you stand up, it falls apart immediately.

Mo Chen resignedly kneaded the kneaded shape into a ball and started over.