Jiang Jin took a moment to look aside, his face full of envy, but he said with dissatisfaction: "Don't be fooled by him, he has never made dumplings before, and this is the first time."

Liang Shuer was even more surprised when he heard this. Holding the dumpling, he turned to look at Jiang Ju again with starry eyes on his face: "You are so awesome, how did you do it?"

Liang Shuer felt that he was already very good if he could squeeze two pieces of dumplings together without breaking them.

I never thought there was anyone more powerful than her.

As a result, she finished her words. Before Jiang Yi could answer, Jiang Haochu, who was standing on the other side, raised his head and said, "My uncle is the one who holds the scalpel. Making dumplings is nothing. It is common for my uncle to operate on grapes. Why don't I just make dumplings?"

, that’s not very simple.”

Jiang Haochu raised his head as he spoke, his tone full of pride that could not be concealed.

Liang Shuer reflexively asked: "Operation on grapes? How to do it?"

"Just do it like that. Even if you tell me, you don't understand. Anyway, you can't let the grape skins break. You're very skilled." Jiang Haochu said.

Liang Shuer came back to her senses and couldn't help but say when she saw Jiang Hao's triumphant appearance: "Yes, my husband is the best."

Jiang Haochu: "..."

Liang Shu'er didn't let him go, her eyes fell on a half-finished dumpling he was holding in his hand, and she said with a slight "tsk": "Your uncle is so good, how can you be such a good person? Look at it.

What are you pinching, a mouse? It's so ugly, you don't look like your uncle at all."

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Not only Jiang Jin was at odds with the dumpling in her hand, but Jiang Haochu was also at odds.

It's just that the former was so loud, but the latter felt embarrassed and hid aside and pinched silently. When he was done pinching, he just threw it into the trash can at his feet without anyone noticing, destroying the corpse and destroying any traces.

As soon as Liang Shuer finished speaking, Jiang Haochu's expression changed. Without thinking, he released his palm and grabbed the dumpling and carried it behind his back.

Liang Shuer saw his movements and hurried over: "What are you going to do? Can't you--"

Before he finished speaking, Liang Shuer lowered his head and saw a dozen crushed and flattened dumplings lying in the trash can at his feet. He looked up with wide eyes in surprise: "You didn't throw these all away, right?"

Jiang Haochu's face turned red, and he subconsciously opened his mouth to defend himself, but with all the witnesses and material evidence, he really didn't have the confidence.

"I said you've been here for a long time and haven't even made a single dumpling. It turns out you threw them all away."

Liang Shuer was like a primary school student who was caught doing bad things. He turned away and complained to the teacher.

"Husband, my eldest nephew has gone too far. He wastes food so much." Liang Shuer said angrily: "There are so many dumpling wrappers and meat, but he threw them all away. What a waste, don't you think?"

Jiang Haochu blushed and defended: "...I didn't."

"You don't have anything you don't have." Liang Shuer pointed at the dumpling in his hand that he hadn't thrown yet, and said, "You also wanted to throw it away, right? Fortunately, I found it."

Liang Shuer looked down at the trash can with a distressed look on her face. If there weren't other things thrown inside, she would have wanted to pick them up.

"What a pity. Although it doesn't look good, it will be good to make pimple soup later."

Liang Shuer felt really sorry for her. When she was abroad, she used to save money every day. Every day she was thinking about how to eat less without starving herself to death and still being able to work and study normally, because this would

Can save a little more money.

So when she saw these in the trash can, the first thing that came to her mind was that it could feed her several meals.

"What pimple soup is broken?" Jiang Haochu said, "Aren't they all going to be thrown away anyway?"

Who would have thought that as soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Meng nodded and said in a low voice: "It can be done, just because it broke. I didn't expect it, but Shu'er is smart, otherwise I would have wasted a lot today."

As he spoke, he glanced at the table at Jiang Jin's hand. A pile of incomplete semi-finished quilts were still there, almost piled up into a small mountain.

Jiang Haochu blushed and wanted to defend himself, but after hearing Zhu Meng's words, he honestly shut his mouth.

Jiang Wei looked at Liang Shu'er's face and couldn't hide the pity on her face. She looked at Jiang Haochu and said, "Whoever packs as much as he can eat, if he can't pack even one, he will be hungry later."

Jiang Haochu: "..."

Although he didn't mention him by name, he felt that it was him he was talking about.

Thinking about it, he silently glanced at the trash can beside him, regretting that he had thrown it away just now and couldn't pick it up now.

Jiang Jin had nothing to do with himself: "Don't be afraid, just treat it like losing weight."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a "clang" sound, and a hole was broken under the dumpling she was squeezing in her hand. The coin she had just put in fell on the table, rolled around a few times, and fell into a pile of flour that was left aside.

, Jiang Haochu, who was standing by the side with a choke, coughed several times.

The last meal of dumplings was a feast for the eyes. Fortunately, there were two backbones, Zhu Meng and Jiang Ju, plus Liang Shuer, who was half a little master. The other two were not here to make dumplings at all, but to make dumplings.

Disruptive.

Jiang Jin vowed to make a perfect dumpling with pleats, while Jiang Haochu was embarrassed after being exposed by Liang Shuer, and secretly vowed to make a decent dumpling to impress everyone, but this time it was...

Instead of secretly throwing it into the trash can, he directly broke the jar and placed it on the table with Jiang Jin.

Finally, when all the dumpling skins are wrapped, there are still several pots of meat filling left.

Because the dumpling wrappers are not wrapped, but thrown away.

Liang Shu'er looked at both sides and found that the dumplings he made were comparable to the torn dumplings thrown by Jiang Jin and Jiang Haochu. It was really dumbfounding.

However, the two persisted until the end, and finally managed to win a few that were barely acceptable.

Although the result was a bit helpless, fortunately the process was very happy, especially when a group of people gathered together around a table to make dumplings and chat. This feeling was very happy for Liang Shuer, something she had never dared to do before.

dreamed of.

Moreover, Liang Shu'er thinks that the dumplings made by Zhu Meng and Jiang Ju can be used in the Spring Festival Gala, and hers are not bad either. Although there are no pleats, they are also small and stylish.

During this period, Mrs. Jiang woke up and was helped downstairs by the servant.

Although the treatment in the hospital during this period did not have a very significant effect, because the old lady still did not recognize people most of the time, and the time when she could recognize people was only a few, and very few, often she remained the same for more than a month.

But fortunately, my mood has become stable and I won't suddenly lose control like before.
Chapter completed!