The actor with the actor

After Cheng Yue washed his hands, he sat down on the seat and looked around but didn't move. Pu Junlan turned her head and asked, "Can you make dumplings?"

"No." Cheng Yue honestly shook his head.

Because of the rigidity and nervousness of meeting for the first time, after sitting down, my hands seemed to be not my own, and I didn't know what to do.

Pu Junlan couldn't help laughing, "Then you go back to the house and watch TV. Auntie will be fine soon, and I'll tell you to eat."

Shen Jing was also making dumplings, Cheng Yue naturally didn't walk away, picked up a dumpling wrapper, and imitated their mother's way of making dumplings.

Shen's mother made dumplings very quickly. She brought the dumpling skin to the side of the bowl, hooked some meat with chopsticks and rubbed it on the dumpling skin. After wrapping it, she squeezed it with both hands, and a dumpling was wrapped. It only took a blink of an eye. .

Although Shen Jing's hand speed is slower, he can still make beautiful goldfish dumplings, orchid dumplings, and ingot dumplings one by one.

Cheng Yue secretly rejoiced: she deserves to be my daughter-in-law, she is ingenious.

Cheng Yue felt that Shen Jing's was a bit difficult, so he imitated his aunt, rubbed a small lump of meat onto the center of the dumpling wrapper, and pinched it vigorously with both hands, but unexpectedly, the meat stuffing burst out and fell on the table, causing the whole family to The three raised their heads and laughed.

"Oh, don't use too much force, and the meat filling shouldn't be too big," Pu Junlan demonstrated to him by slowing down her hands, "Just like this, close it gently, and then squeeze it, look! It's done. "

"At first glance, he is the young master at home. He hasn't done any housework." Shen Congming said with a smile.

Cheng Yue scratched his forehead embarrassingly, all the flour from the dumpling wrapper rubbed on his forehead, causing everyone to look up and laugh.

Cheng Yue touched his nose without knowing it, and asked Shen Jing, "What are you laughing at! What's so funny, I'm just learning."

The laughter echoed in this warm living room.

Pu Junlan put the wrapped dumplings in her hand and showed him, "Hey, just pinch the sides around and try again with less meat."

Cheng Yue's second dumpling was carefully wrapped, but after pinching it was like a fan. After trying several times, it couldn't stand upright at all, and there was a faint tendency to crack. The edge of the dumpling was pinched too much. Push hard and get very thin.

Shen Jing glanced at it, "Whoever wraps it will be responsible for eating it later."

"Ah?" Cheng Yue wanted to cry, but bumped into Shen Jing's arm, "Can I go to your place for a bite to eat later?"

Shen Jing waved her index finger, "No, I can do it myself."

"Hey, stingy." Cheng Yue pursed his lips.

"Don't be angry, Auntie's bags are all yours." Pu Junlan said with a smile.

Cheng Yuechong smiled triumphantly at Shen Jing.

It probably has something to do with the local accent. Cheng Yue found that Shen’s mother’s voice is also soft-spoken, and she rarely raises her voice. When Shen’s mother speaks, she always uses some onomatopoeia. It sounds very gentle and friendly, without the sense of distance in age .

A few people got together and chatted about the little gossip in the entertainment industry, and then chatted about the family matters, and Cheng Yue's tense nerves soon relaxed.

Pu Junlan asked, "Xiao Yue, do you like steamed dumplings, fried dumplings or boiled dumplings?"

"I love them all." Cheng Yue turned his head and bumped Shen Jing's shoulder, "What do you like to eat?"

"Fry it, the bottom layer is crispy, take a bite. The sweet and sweet soup comes out. It's better to dip some old vinegar and chili oil. The oil must be my old man. Dad made it, the fragrance can be smelled through the door..." Shen Jing described with narrowed eyes.

Cheng Yue stared blankly at Shen Jing's opening and closing lips, and finally he swallowed his saliva, and a swallowing sound came out of his throat.

Pu Junlan's eyes showed a faint fine line of laughter, "Oh, why are you so cute!"

Cheng Yue chuckled, "Auntie still lacks a son, the one who is handsome and can sing."

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