Net king: Liuli drunk

Standing outside a dumpling restaurant, Yue Zui stared wide-eyed, watching the teenagers beside him happily jumping in one by one, feeling stupid on the spot.

"Senior, why don't you come in?" Kirihara, who was walking at the end, was about to follow in habitually, suddenly felt that something was missing, and turned around to see Yuezui who seemed to have forgotten to enter the door.

"Oh, just come." Yue Zui hurried forward, followed the tail of the large group into a rather large private room.

"You guys like to eat dumplings?" Yue Zui asked, seeing that everyone didn't look like regular customers either.

Different from the Japanese tatami style, the Chinese restaurant retains the dining habit of round tables and high chairs. There are several traditional pen and ink landscape paintings on the surrounding walls, and a screen is placed at the entrance, which makes Yuezui have an illusion for a moment , as if she was standing in an ordinary restaurant in China.

"This is our first time here too. In fact, the location of this time was finalized by the minister." Liu Lianer squinted his eyes as always, and answered sternly, "As far as I know, this is one of Asato's favorite Chinese foods." Let's go."

"Where did you collect your data from?" It's horrible, this feeling of being peeped into the secret.

Liu Lian'er smiled mysteriously, "This is an academic secret."

Yue Zui cut out, "Stingy, anyway, even if you tell me, I can't learn it."

Liu Lian Er just smiled and said nothing, looking like an outsider.

Seeing that the other party had made up his mind not to say another word, Yue Zui weakly pointed to the pots and pans on the table, and asked, "You said this is your first time here, so it means that this is also your first time. Try making dumplings by yourself?"

That's right, what was placed on the table in front of them was not empty tableware or a menu, but a small bag of flour and a basin for mixing flour, as well as tools such as rolling pins and kitchen knives.

"It looks like it's fun." Kirihara, who was completely unaware of the situation, clenched his fists, already in a state of preparing for a big fight.

"Would you?" Yue Zui looked at Kuang Yuan, who never talked much but seemed steady because of it, with a little expectation on his face.

The honest child blushed slightly under Yue Zui's fiery gaze, reached out to touch the back of his shiny head, and shook his head honestly.

Yuezui's eyes darted around the group of people without giving up, and what she got was either smiling shaking of the head, or winking and sneering.

Frustrated, his shoulders slumped, and Yuezui's appointment began to take off his coat, "I hope I can remember some practices, so that everyone won't be hungry."

Yuezui tied her hair tightly, put on the apron prepared by the hotel, washed her hands and came to the table, commanding Marui who was holding up a bag of flour and was studying, "Marui, carefully pour some flour into the basin".

"Kuwahara, please go get some water..."

"Sanada-kun, your strength is relatively strong, you continue to knead the dough as I did just now, this way the dough will be stronger..."

"Ah, Qieyuan, don't steal it, those stuffings are raw!"

Ten minutes later, a bowl of flour was placed in front of Yukimura, Sanada, and Nioh. The three teenagers who were usually heroic on the tennis court were now rolling up their cuffs and kneading dough hard.

"Sanada, you only need to use three points of strength, otherwise the flour will be kneaded into iron lumps by you." Liu Lianer was in charge of the sacred supervision and guidance task, "Nio, you added too much water, do you want to Do you boil it straight into soup?"

So Marui immediately leaned over to add flour to Nioh's basin.

Yue Zui, who was trying to knead the dough into long strips, looked at the situation over there, and his eyes darkened: "Nio, when will your endless cycle of adding more water, more noodles, more water, stop?"

The basin that was only half full of flour was almost full now.

King Ren stopped the movement of his hands and wanted to habitually pull his braids, but when he raised his hands, he saw his hands covered in flour and gave up helplessly, "Pfft, I don't want to either, maybe sports nerves Well-developed people often have a heart that can't do housekeeping."

Yue Zui raised her chin towards his side: "Then your minister is an exception."

King Ren squinted at his minister's decent movements, and shrugged: "Don't worship the minister, the minister is just a legend."

Yuezui narrowed his eyes with a smile, picked up the gleaming kitchen knife and began to cut the kneaded dough into even sections with little proficiency.

"Senior, you have to be careful." Seeing the sharp tip of the knife cutting close to the fingertips, Kirihara, who had always been thick, gave a rare and delicate instruction.

"It's okay, it's okay," Yue Zui perfunctory without raising his head, but his eyes never left the kitchen knife, for fear that he might cut off his fingers in a flash.

Finally at the last moment, several big boys guarded the stuffing and dough in front of them and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"What are you looking at, do it, or the dough will be dry." Yue Zui rolled out the dumpling wrapper as smoothly as possible, while commanding a group of teenagers who were at a loss holding chopsticks.

"Uh, this, how do you make the dumplings?" Kirihara rubbed his head in distress, and cast his curiosity-seeking gaze at their great omnipotent minister, and received a response from the minister as expected, smiled innocently and shook his head.

"Look, I'll be a demonstration." Yue Zui squeezed into the middle of a group of boys, picked up a dough, took Liu Lian's second-hand chopsticks by her side, picked some fillings and put them in the middle of the dough, then put down the chopsticks Unlike the quick and dexterous movements of the fingers when cutting and rolling the dough just now, a chubby dumpling stood gracefully in Yuezui's palm in a short while.

Showing off his masterpiece like Xianbao, Yuezui concealed the excitement of "it's a shame that he didn't have a hand" and commanded loftily with the attitude of a senior: "You should learn it with your talent, then , let's do it."

Then safely return to the original position and continue rolling the dough.

Liu Lian Er showed an unfathomable smile on her face, and she was the first to pick up chopsticks and start making dumplings for the first time in her life.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the first finished product of Mr. Military Advisor is freshly released.

Uh, objectively speaking, although this dumpling is not as naive as the one just now, it is still round and smooth, and looks very rich.

Everyone who has successful experience to learn from has started to do it.

I just don't know how the dumpling-making scene, which had an academic atmosphere just now, developed into the smoky chaotic scene.

Yue Zui took a deep breath, and suddenly coughed loudly due to the flour coming towards her from close range, and the continuously rising flour made her jump up suddenly: "Hey, I have a bad temper." A handful of flour was thrown towards Marui who had just sneaked up on her.

"Pfft..." Marui, who opened his mouth to laugh and was thrown a mouthful of flour, stopped suddenly, covered his mouth uncomfortable, and tried his best to smear the dry flour in his mouth.

"Ha!" Yuezui blew her fingers triumphantly, then bent her body sharply to avoid the sneak attack from behind, quickly stretched out her hand to the chopping board, grabbed a handful of flour and sprinkled it out again.

Unexpectedly, the reaction speed and skill of the visitor were also first-class. When he saw that he missed a hit, he immediately retracted and turned around, avoiding most of the celestial maidens.

Yuezui grinned complacently when he saw the person coming, and just about to tease the smirking Nioh, he was suddenly shocked by a loud shout.

"Too careless! Stop it!"

It seems that someone got carried away with complacency and stepped on the emperor's minefield by mistake, so that Sanada-kun went with the flow and went crazy.

When the floating objects in the room slowly settled, Yuezui discovered that half of the face of the black-faced god Sanada was intimately covered with flour. distinct.

And his pair of tiger eyes almost burst into flames.

Now that this once-in-a-century opportunity has come across, the guy who wasted it must have been filled with the flour paste made by King Ren.

Take out the phone, unlock the screen, find the camera function, focus, click!

This is not an ordinary photo, but a photo that is out of vulgarity, is beneficial to the people, and has historical commemorative significance!

Putting the phone away, looking up at Sanada-kun's unkind eyes, startled, Yuezui smiled silly, and moved to hide behind Marui beside him, while trying to comfort Sanada who was on the verge of eruption: " Sanada-kun, impulsiveness is the devil, you are the emperor of Lihai, don't show off your temper for a while and then fall, as the saying goes, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, bah, he is a good man and does not fight with women, I will not spread the photos If you go out, just turn a blind eye and let it go..."

Sanada raised his big palm to wipe off the powder on his face, took a deep breath patiently, and seemed to be trying his best to control himself not to be serious with a girl.

Seeing that the situation seemed to be under control, Yue Zui finally dared to put himself upright beside the table with peace of mind, his gaze slipped past the faces of the disgraced friends, and he felt a little more balanced.

However, there are always some people who can come out of the mud without being stained, clean and not demonic, clean and refreshing like a lotus coming out of water, but there is still a smile of the Virgin Mary on the face of the lotus, which makes the narrow eyes very good covered up.

Looking at Yukimura Meiren who seemed to be completely unaffected by the chaotic battle situation just now, Yuezui rolled his eyes in contempt where no one was watching, and then the prodigal son turned back to wash his hands and make soup again.

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