Chapter 176 The Most Perfect Dumplings in History

The old man was very cautious, so he had to spend more time talking.

Seeing that the gatekeeper didn't give in, Huo Yingjie continued to persuade him, "Uncle, you see we are old and young, how can we be bad people? Uncle, I can see that you are a good person, so I will tell you the truth. The son of Grandma Qi went to school here on the eve of the founding of the People's Republic of China. After liberation, there was no news. Later, I heard from fellow villagers that he died. In those days, there was chaos and death was a common thing. It's just that the old man didn't see his son for the last time, so he wanted to come to the school to see him in his lifetime."

The gatekeeper saw the old man and the old lady, and they were really pitiful.

"Hey, which son did they lose?" The gatekeeper asked, feeling pity.

Huo Yingjie said, "They only have one precious son. Now he comes and uses all the family savings to see him. It's pitiful. Just let us go in and take a look."

When the gatekeeper heard this, he felt more sympathetic to the old couple outside.

"It's quite pitiful, but they are from other places. But I heard from your accent that you should be from the local area. Bring your household registration book to me." The old man who was the gatekeeper said that he could help, but he couldn't do it without any guarantee.

Huo Yingjie was stunned. Who would bring a household registration book when going out?

"Uncle, I didn't bring my household registration book, but I am really a local." Huo Yingjie said, "Uncle, smoke, smoke, we just walk near the door and don't go in, okay?"

As he said, he stuffed a whole pack of cigarettes into the pocket of the old gatekeeper's clothes.

The old gatekeeper had just smoked a cigarette like that, and he was even more greedy. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't bear to take it out.

Seeing that the old man didn't take it out, Huo Yingjie took out a dollar from another pocket and said, "Uncle, just treat us as if we are here to visit the scenic spot. Let's buy tickets, okay?"

The old gatekeeper only earned 14 yuan a month. He usually lived a dry life. Seeing the money, his eyes were red. Seeing Huo Yingjie, the little girl outside, and two old people, nothing should happen.

Besides, if these people make trouble, he can shout that there are still some people living in the dormitory behind, and they can come to help.

Huo Yingjie saw that the old man at the gate agreed, and thanked him repeatedly, saying: "Uncle, thank you! We will leave in a while."

The old man at the gate came out and opened the door for them.

With a loud bang, the heavy and simple door slowly opened.

What caught my eye was not the thriving campus, nor the sound of students reading aloud.

There were only messy weeds, cold wind whistling, and desolate.

"Okay, you walk around here, and when you come out, I will check it. You can't take anything inside." The old man at the gate reminded him. Although he knew that there was nothing valuable here, saying a few words like this was a good performance of his serious work.

"Yes, yes, we're here to take a look. We won't take a single needle or thread, nor will we touch a single blade of grass or tree." Old Man Qi said with a smile. Huo Yingjie had spent quite a while in the communication room just now, and he probably gave the old man some benefits.

The gatekeeper let him go, and Huo Yingjie rode his tricycle and walked forward with He Tiantian.

Huo Yingjie had been to this school several times before, explaining it to them, and He Tiantian followed him.

But the desolation was so overwhelming that the four people felt uncomfortable after seeing it.

Grandma Qi San saw that it was noon, and said, "Okay, let's go home for dinner."

"Okay!" He Tiantian agreed.

Old Man Qi felt bitter. He had been here once before, and even in the most chaotic time, when the Japanese occupied Nanshi, this school still had students and teachers. But now it's peaceful, and the place that should be teaching and educating people and cultivating talents for the country has become like this?

He is a rough man who only knows how to fight. He doesn't know what the reason is, and he can't figure it out!

Although He Tiantian was sad, she knew that things would get better in the future. After a while, she put aside her loss and loneliness.

After returning home, He Tiantian cooked four bowls of ginger soup as usual. After drinking it, He Tiantian started cooking and Huo Yingjie washed vegetables.

At noon today, He Tiantian saw that everyone was in a bad mood, so she decided to make something delicious, making dumplings.

Today I bought flour, kneaded a dough and put it in a basin, covered it with a pot lid to let the dough rise, and started chopping the cabbage stuffing.

There was pheasant meat at home, and He Tiantian asked Huo Yingjie to scrape the meat off with a knife, soak it in water, wait until the meat was loose, chop it into small particles, put it in the pot and stir-fry it. When it smells fragrant, pour the cabbage in and stir-fry it. No oil is needed, just a little salt, and the five-spice powder seasoning must be served immediately.

He Tiantian rolled the dough, and the round dough turned into round pieces of dough in He Tiantian's hands.

Huo Yingjie moved the stool and reached out to take the dough to make dumplings, which were thick in the middle and thin on the edges.

He Tiantian reached out and patted Huo Yingjie's hand, saying angrily: "You don't know how to make dumplings, why are you holding dumpling skins?"

Huo Yingjie was not convinced, raised his chin slightly, and said: "Why can't I make dumplings? You didn't know how to roll dough and make dumplings before, how come you know everything now?"

Huo Yingjie was almost exposed, feeling guilty.

"Then I learned from others in the countryside." He Tiantian said, "You also learned to make dumplings at work?"

"Of course, I make dumplings." Huo Yingjie said, "Maybe not everyone can cook, but everyone can make dumplings. If you don't make dumplings well, they will be counted and put aside, and whoever makes the dumplings will eat them. In this way, even the clumsy people don't want to eat only dumpling skins and dumpling soup! So everyone can make dumplings."

Hearing what Huo Yingjie said, He Tiantian reluctantly believed what Huo Yingjie said.

"Then make one for me to see." He Tiantian said, "If you can't make it well, I'll do it myself."

"Humph!" Huo Yingjie snorted unhappily, "Today I'll let you see what the most perfect dumpling in history is."

"Haha!" He Tiantian laughed, "Okay, I'll see what you call the most perfect dumpling in history."

Huo Yingjie held the dumpling skin in his left hand and scooped the stuffing with a spoon in his right hand, not too much, not too little, just enough to make a dumpling.

The dumpling skin was very round, and Huo Yingjie's dumpling-making skills were very good. A cute little dumpling came out of Huo Yingjie's hand, with a white and fat belly, sitting steadily on the panel.

He Tiantian widened her eyes, looked at the cute little dumpling on the table, and asked in surprise: "Brother Yingjie, the dumplings you made are so beautiful."

"Not only beautiful, but also delicious." Huo Yingjie said proudly, pointing at the dumplings he made, "Do you think this dumpling looks like you?"

When He Tiantian heard this, she was angry, her cheeks bulged, and asked: "How do I look like a dumpling?"

I looked at my belly unconsciously, fortunately, even wearing a cotton coat, I didn't have such a big belly!

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