Taking five cubs to discuss life [entertainment circle]

Actually making dumplings,? There are only a few steps. It is nothing more than putting stuffing, folding in half, pinching tightly,? If you don’t know how to do such simple steps,?In fact,? Lu Yun said that he doesn't know how to make dumplings, which means he is not skilled in the operation. In addition, he doesn't make dumplings well.

Lu Yun scooped up a spoonful of meat stuffing and put it on the dumpling wrapper, then folded the dumpling wrapper in half, slowly squeezed the wrapper tightly, and a dumpling was wrapped.

In fact, in all fairness, it can still be seen that this is a dumpling,? The only drawback is,? Ugly.

Lu Yun looked at the dumpling he made, feeling a little embarrassed, then raised his eyes to Feng Lan beside him, put the meat stuffing skillfully, folded the dumpling skin in half, pinched it tightly, and made a few folds by the way, Then, a beautiful crescent-shaped dumpling was born.

Feng Lan put the dumplings on the cooking table, and the dumplings stood firmly.

Lu Yun was very self-aware and put the dumpling he made half a meter away from the beautiful dumpling. It was only natural that the dumpling lay down on the ground—it looked rather spineless.

The comparison is simply dire.

A chuckle came,? Then it was quickly suppressed.

Lu Yun lowered his head in shame, and said, "I just said I don't know how to pack..."

"No, no, it's well wrapped!" Feng Lan immediately praised.

Lu Yun didn't take this comfort to heart, but glanced at the dumplings made by the other party, and then sighed in his heart: The gap between people is really huge, and even the dumplings made by excellent people are very good. Excellent, unlike the dumplings he made, they probably have no other advantages except that they are tightly squeezed.

Just as he was thinking, the dumpling spread out gorgeously in front of his eyes.

... Even the advantages of strictness are gone!

Seeing this, Feng Lan immediately turned his head away, and Lu Yun followed to look over, and saw that the other party's shoulders were shaking violently, as if trying to endure something.

Lu Yun was helpless: "Laugh if you want to."

In fact, if this was not the result of his own labor, Lu Yun would probably have laughed so hard at this moment, this scene is too funny.

Although he got Lu Yun's permission, Feng Lan didn't go too far. He coughed twice to adjust his mood, and when he looked back, there was a gentle smile on his face.He reached out and took the broken dumpling, put it in front of his eyes and observed it carefully for a moment, and came to the conclusion: "It's okay, it's not your fault, the dumpling skin is not sticky enough, it didn't stick."

"Smear some water on the dumpling wrapper like this, and then wrap it again." As he said that, Feng Lan started to actually operate it. After soaking in water, Feng Lan folded the dumpling in half like he did, and pinched it tightly.

After making the dumplings, Feng Lan held the dumplings and handed them to Lu Yun: "Look, this is good."

Lu Yun looked at that dumpling, the original, ugly and spineless dumpling was reborn, standing firmly in Feng Lan's palm, showing off his might to him.

Lu Yun didn't speak, but glanced at the dumpling he made with his eyes.

Feng Lan noticed his gaze, thought for a while, and tried to interpret it: "You want to make dumplings like me?"

His mind was punctured, and Lu Yun nodded embarrassedly: "I think you wrap it up nicely..."

Hearing this, Feng Lan laughed.

Lu Yun felt a little embarrassed. Dumplings, even if they look good, they still have to be eaten in the stomach, so entangled in whether they look good or not, it will inevitably make people feel a little hypocritical.

In order to get rid of this embarrassment, Lu Yun quickly said another reason to remedy it: "Uh...a dumpling without pleats can't get a soul."

After staring at him for a while, Feng Lan nodded: "That's true."

The other party seemed to be convinced by this reason, so Lu Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me teach you." Feng Lan said with a smile.

"Hmm!" Lu Yun looked forward to it.

So Feng Lan picked up another piece of dumpling wrapper, put the meat on it, and Lu Yun followed his example.

Feng Lan folded the dumpling wrapper in half, and then pinched the pleat along one side, pushing his thumb to form a pleat, Lu Yun followed suit, but only pushed out an ugly protrusion.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?" Lu Yun blinked, they were all doing the same operation, how could the results be so different?

Feng Lan had already made a dumpling, but when he looked up and saw Lu Yun's results, he was speechless for a while.He picked up another piece of dumpling wrapper, and when he was ready, he put his hand under his eyelids and began to demonstrate: "That's it, just watch it."

"Yeah!" Lu Yun looked at his hand seriously.

Then, with a flash in front of my eyes, a dumpling was born again.

Seeing Lu Yun's blank face, Feng Lan asked, "Am I too fast?"

"...If possible, I hope you will slow down." Lu Yun made a request.

"Okay - let's do it again, watch it." Feng Lan continued to demonstrate.

Lu Yun cheered up 12 points and watched the other party's demonstration seriously.

then……

Facing the ugly protrusion he made, he expressed that the world was too cruel to him.

"I never knew my hands were so crippled!" Lu Yun felt deep despair.

Feng Lan smiled lightly, and said patiently: "Don't worry, try again."

Lu Yun nodded, and continued to compete with the dumplings in his hand.

"No, I give up!" Lu Yun shook his head and sighed again, "This is too difficult!"

He didn't know what went wrong, he felt that he just followed Feng Lan's demonstration, but the result was still unsatisfactory, the crease was uglier than the old lady's face.

Feng Lan fell into deep thought.

Lu Yun looked at him, and suddenly felt uneasy: the other party won't be angry, he was teaching so hard, but he said that he would give up so easily—although it was just a casual talk, and he didn't want to take it seriously, but he said so I am really sorry for the seriousness of the other party.

However, Feng Lan nodded after thinking about it, and said, "It seems that we have to use our trump card!"

"What?" Lu Yun didn't know why.

Feng Lan smiled and said, "I'll teach you by hand!"

Although the voice is quite gentle, but the tone is undeniable.Seeing his firm expression, Lu Yun wondered if his own clumsiness had aroused the opponent's fighting spirit, and he would not stop until he taught himself?

"Uh..." Lu Yun hesitated for a while, then nodded, "Okay."

The moment his voice fell, Feng Lan had already circled behind him and stretched out his hand in front of him.

Lu Yun felt that this posture was a bit wrong: "This way..."

"This is more convenient." There was a warm breath blowing in his ear.

"Okay..." Lu Yun shrank his neck and said.

Then, Feng Lan held his hand, and her thumb covered his thumb.

Although this posture seemed like Feng Lan was hugging him, the other party paid attention to keeping a distance, and there was still a space between them, so although the posture was intimate, Lu Yun didn't care too much.But now, Feng Lan's palm was pressed against the back of his hand, and the temperature belonging to the other party was continuously transmitted, as if it penetrated into the skin and flowed into the limbs and bones with the blood.

The body gradually heats up.

Lu Yun coughed dryly and said, "Let's begin."

The voice is a little hoarse.

"Ah."

A very soft reply came from the other party's throat, a little vague, a little low, and a little ambiguous.

"Press your index finger and thumb like this..."

The warm breath blew on Lu Yun's neck this time, making it itchy, and he couldn't help but tilt his head.

"Then, pinch!"

Accompanied by the short four words, Lu Yun felt that the fingers pressing on his thumb also pinched.

"Look, it works like this."

There was a bit of joy in that voice, as if he was very happy for his successful teaching.

Hearing the voice, Lu Yun came back to his senses and saw that the dumpling in his hand had indeed been squeezed into a beautiful pleat. He was happy at first, but then he became annoyed—why did he lose his mind at such a critical moment? Didn't even notice!

He was hesitating whether to ask the other party to do it again, but Feng Lan's voice sounded at the right time: "Well, this time is not bad, it succeeded. Do it again, to help you consolidate."

Lu Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then made up his mind that he must concentrate this time and not be distracted anymore!

"Ready, shall we start?" Feng Lan reminded.

"okay!"

So, this time, Lu Yun witnessed a beautiful pleat being pinched out with his own eyes.

"It's done!" he cried.

"Yeah." A voice with a smile rang in his ear.

Then, Lu Yun felt the breath lingering around him dissipate, Feng Lan let go of him, walked around in front of him, with a gentle smile on his face: "Try yourself again."

"it is good."

Lu Yun recalled the strength and angle Feng Lan used just now, and then pinched the dumpling skin.

"Successful!" Looking at the dumpling pleats that he made with his own hands, Lu Yun was very pleased. It was finally a success, which meant that he was not yet hopeless.

Feng Lan, the teacher, was also very pleased: "You did a good job, it's great."

"Everywhere, everything is taught well by the master."

"No, no, the apprentice learns faster."

The two of them are still modest.

After being modest, the two looked at each other and both laughed. It was an inexplicable conversation.

"Let's continue making dumplings, otherwise we don't know when it will be ready." Feng Lan said, and glanced at the cooking counter, there were less than ten finished dumplings on it, and it was still early before the wrapping was finished.

"En." Lu Yun replied, just now he successfully made a beautiful pleat, which doubled his confidence, and he was full of energy. If he wants to show off his skills, this proposal is just what he wants.

So the two continued to work.

Lu Yun, who has just graduated from the teacher, moves very slowly and carefully, and it will take a long time to appreciate it after wrapping one.When he had admired enough, he put the dumplings next to the dumplings that Feng Lan had made. This time, the dumplings were very face-saving and stood firmly.

Lu Yun felt even more elated.

But the only regrettable thing is that his speed is not fast enough. By the time he finished wrapping one, Feng Lan had already wrapped three wraps.

This is too skilled.In the future, if Feng Lan quits the industry and opens a dumpling restaurant, he might be able to earn [-] a day.

Lu Yun looked at him while cursing, only to see Feng Lan's serious face.

Even a trivial matter like making a dumpling is taken so seriously, this integrity is really admirable.Lu Yun thought to himself, and then he thought of another thing.

When Feng Lan taught him by hand just now, did he look so serious?

The heart suddenly missed a beat.

Lu Yun somehow felt his throat dry.

He coughed lightly.

Noticing the weird voice, Feng Lan looked over and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"No..." Lu Yun felt that he lacked the confidence to say this word.

Feng Lan frowned, and was about to say something, but he preempted him.

"By the way, do you know what the folds on the dumplings mean?" Lu Yun asked him holding up the dumplings.

Feng Lan glanced at him and shook his head: "I don't know."

Lu Yun smiled and said, "It is said that the more folds on the dumplings, the richer the family is."

Feng Lan was silent for a moment, then laughed: "I'll tell you why you care so much about the folds of dumplings. It turns out that you want to ask for money."

"Because I'm poor." Lu Yun shrugged and said calmly.

Feng Lan continued to laugh.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Lu Yun lowered his head and continued making dumplings.

"Here." Feng Lan spread out his hands and handed over something.

From what Lu Yun saw, it was a dumpling with many folds.

"Huh?" Lu Yun was a little surprised, "For me?"

"That's right." Feng Lan smiled softly, "ask for money for you."

Lu Yun didn't speak, just looked at his palm.

Although there are many folds on the top, it still does not affect the beauty of this dumpling.Looking at it, Lu Yun suddenly remembered the dumplings he ate during the Chinese New Year.

Those dumplings are the same as this one, plump and beautiful, with many folds on them, and they taste very good.

Lu Yun smiled, took the dumpling from his hand, and said, "Okay, this dumpling will be mine. When it's cooked, you can't grab it from me."

"Of course." Feng Lan smiled.

Lu Yun looked at the dumpling again, and then solemnly put it in his hand.

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