Chapter 857 Dumplings

Shen Mo was speechless for a long time.

No wonder the uncle said there was no movement for a long time. According to this method, even after dark, he may not be able to cook a dish.

He dried his hands, threw the tissue into the trash can, and asked Father Shen, "What do you do now?"

"Shrimp dumplings." Father Shen placed the rolled dough in front of him, feeling quite proud. "Unexpectedly, I seem to have some talent in making pasta. Do you think the thickness is very even?"

Shen Mo didn't answer. He silently took a piece of dough, scooped out a small spoonful of filling and filled it in. He closed the two sides of the dough, pinched it tightly, and asked Father Shen: "How many buns are there?"

Father Shen said: "Two."

"..." Shen Mo's movements froze, and the strength was too strong, and the filling leaked out of the dough.

Shen Mo felt that this was not preparing dinner for them, but rather self-indulgence.

Just like in the past, when his father tasted a kind of tea, he would study the life of the tea tree, read a poem, and travel to the place where the poet grew up. In short, the experience was greater than the result, so now, he probably experiences life in the kitchen.

Father Shen carefully held the two dumplings he had wrapped in his palm and showed them to them.

Bai Youwei seemed to be possessed by something. She covered her heart and exclaimed: "Oh my god... so exquisite! The size and shape are all exactly the same, and even the pleats are so beautiful! Uncle, is this really your first time making dumplings? You can make them well." It’s so beautiful, I can’t bear to eat it!”

Father Shen put down the dumplings with a smile, "It's better to be slower. No matter how beautiful it is, it's useless if you can't eat it."

Rather, he is somewhat self-aware.

Shen Mo silently made dumplings very quickly. He took the dough, filled it with fillings, closed it with one hand and pinched the edge with the other hand, and a dumpling was ready.

Of course, the appearance cannot be compared with the two "meticulously crafted" dumplings made by Father Shen, but it is better in efficiency.

"I'll roll out some more dough and you two can wrap it first." Father Shen gave up his place to the two of them and turned around to get the dough.

Shen Mo and Bai Youwei were sitting together making dumplings.

Most of them are from Shen Mobao.

At first, Bai Youwei's buns were decent, but then she gradually became more casual, sometimes adding a pair of ears, sometimes pinching out a tail. In the end, it was no longer clear whether the dumplings she was making were dumplings, buns, or something else.

Shen Mo tapped her nose with flour and joked: "Didn't you play with mud enough when you were a kid?"

"It's not just that I haven't played enough, I haven't played with it at all, okay?" Bai Youwei pinched out four little feet for the dumpling in her hand and said matter-of-factly, "I want to wrap it in a special way so that when you eat it, You can recognize which dumplings are made by me."

Shen Mo laughed, "It's hard not to recognize him."

Bai Youwei asked curiously: "Have you ever learned how to wrap things up so quickly?"

"I haven't learned it on purpose." Shen Mo said while making dumplings. "In the past, when I was in the army, there would be some party programs during the New Year and festivals. We would organize everyone to make dumplings together. It can be regarded as an activity to enhance team camaraderie."

He paused and whispered: "After all, I grew up next to my grandfather. This is the first time... I saw my dad preparing dinner."

"My dad does know how to cook. In my memory, his cooking skills are quite good, and he cooks better than the nanny." Bai Youwei recalled, "But since I became a cripple, he seems to have never cooked for me. , during that time, he and my mother were arguing every day, and they moved out after arguing, and never came back."

Shen Mo stopped, looked at her face, and asked softly: "Do you miss them?"

Bai Youwei shook her head, "I thought about it in the first few years, but now it's gone..."

Shen Mo gently rubbed her head.

Bai Youwei smiled and patted his hand: "I hate it, the flour is all on my head!"

Shen Mo said: "You got that when you were making dumplings just now."

"You still don't admit it!" Bai Youwei also poured flour on him.

The two got into a fight in the kitchen.

While they were playing around, there was a noise outside.

I don't know who suddenly shouted: "Bai Youwei!!!"

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