Chapter 312 Can't You Praise Her...

Seeing this, he frowned and looked sideways at her.

She was looking at him expectantly.

Jiang Beihan hesitated for a while before reaching out and taking the dumpling wrapper.

Seeing him reach out to take it, a faint smile appeared on Song Wenxin's face. Immediately afterwards, she took another piece of dumpling wrapper, and began to teach him how to make dumplings by herself!

"Put the stuffing in first, a little more will taste better, but don't put too much, or it won't be easy to wrap!" Song Wenxin picked up the spoon, put a spoonful of meat stuffing in the middle of the dumpling skin, and then patiently told him Said.

Jiang Beihan glanced at her, and pursed his thin lips. Although he didn't like the feeling of being 'taught' by her, seeing her enthusiastically teaching him, he still followed the steps she taught him!

Immediately afterwards, Song Wenxin started the next step of making dumplings! Pinch the dumpling skin tightly!

"Then just squeeze it tightly. Anyway, it doesn't matter if it's ugly!" Song Wenxin knew that the dumplings she made were not good-looking, so she said with a smile, her face was full of bright smiles...

Seeing her smiling happily, Jiang Beihan couldn't help but pause his gaze on her face for a moment, a look of pampering flashed across her eyes, and then wrapped the dumplings just like that!

It turned out that the dumplings made by Jiang Beihan were not bad in appearance, a bit better than Song Wenxin's...

"Jiang|Son-in-law's bag looks much better than yours!" Mother Song said jokingly!

Hearing this, Song Wenxin suddenly felt a sense of frustration...

"Mom, I'm your own daughter..." Song Wen looked at his mother with aggrieved heart.

Can't she praise her... Do I have to expose her?

"Okay, the dumplings made by Wen Xin in our family are the best, so it's okay?" Mother Song said with a smile, and then said accommodatingly.

Hearing this kind of words, Song Wenxin showed a happy smile again.

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While talking and laughing, the dumplings were almost finished. Mother Song originally planned to cook some for Song Wenxin and his wife to taste.

But because it was getting late, I packed some in a crisper and asked Wen Xin to take it home and cook it by himself.

In the end, Song Wenxin carried several boxes of heavy dumplings, and left the Song family with Jiang Beihan contentedly.

Seeing the two coming out, the driver hurried over to help them open the door.

After saying goodbye to his mother, Song Wenxin turned around and got into the car with Jiang Beihan.

The two got into the car, and the car left, heading towards the villa in the middle of the mountain.

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Mother Song sent the two of them to the door, and when she was about to turn around and go home, she saw Song Jiamu coming out with two fresh-keeping boxes full of dumplings.

"Jiamu, where are you going?" Mother Song looked at the insulation box in his hand suspiciously...

"A friend happened to celebrate the New Year alone this year, and I wanted to visit her." Song Jiamu stopped, and then explained with some embarrassment.

Upon hearing what he said, Mother Song didn't say anything, but nodded, "You go, remember to come back early."

"Okay!" Song Jiamu nodded, then turned and left!

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The New Year's Eve in City A is very lively. There are fireworks going off non-stop at night, and the dark night sky is also lit up very beautifully!

Mi Lan sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, quietly watching the fireworks outside the window in a daze...

In the apartment, it was pitch black, with no lights on... only the bouquet of white lilies beside her accompanied her quietly.