Lin Miao smiled at Li Qi in understanding and pulled the filling.

Seeing that the marinated food was almost done, I mixed the cabbage and meat together and added some seasonings.

When Li Qi waited for her to get the same thing, he took the noodles she had been slapped and prepared to roll out the dumpling skin.

Wei Ning came over to wander around with time.

Seeing that the three of them were busy in the kitchen, they followed him.

Seeing that it was eating dumplings, I immediately smiled and narrowed my eyes.

At this home, there are many fish, big meat, stir-frying and stewed dishes, and there are even a lot of hand-rolled noodles for buns.

Only dumplings can only be eaten once during festivals.

Wei Ning was thinking about what day it was today.

I didn't pay attention, my hands were cold.

He lowered his head and saw the dumpling skin in his hand.

"Together," Li Qi grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Wei Ning paused, and saw Lin Miao and the chef looking over, so he had to laugh, "I'll go wash my hands."

After successfully fooling a helper, Li Qi shook his head happily, rolling the dough even more vigorously.

With Wei Ning's help, he also came with the chef who also served the dishes.

The four of them worked together and within a short while, nearly a hundred of them were collected.

"Try more hard, see how much you can make," Lin Miao thought in his mind. If it was faster, it would probably make everyone half full by eating dumplings.

The chef put out the stewed dishes.

Burn water.

By the time the water boils, the dumplings can no longer be placed.

The chef put the dumplings down and made room.

Then instruct Wei Ning, who was the slowest, to peel the garlic.

When he peeled some garlic, the chef made a large bowl of garlic sauce first.

After he took the pot, he put the steamed buns and vegetables on the stand where the dishes were placed separately.

"Let the rotors come and eat after resting first," Lin Miao said: "We can almost keep up with each other."

Wei Ning patted the garlic on his hands and went to call someone.

The chef looked at the remaining filling and went to knead the noodles.

A few young men passed outside soon.

I was very happy to see the rare dumplings.

Because there are some people who like to eat dumplings with soup.

Lin Miao specially put some dumpling soup out, set up a stove, and made a pot of simple but fresh seaweed soup.

She brought it outside and sent it with chili oil and vinegar.

Everyone didn't expect that Lin Miao was still here, so they hurriedly got up politely.

Lin Miao waved his hand, "Eat it all quickly, there are still dumplings in the pot."

She hurried back to help.

Several people worked together, and the dumplings were placed on the table in plates, and they could be continuously supplied.

Luo Yan came over and saw that everyone was eating enthusiastically, and couldn't help but touch his stomach.

"What are you eating, so happy," he walked over and looked at the dining table.

When he saw the dumplings, he suddenly became hungry.

Lin Miao just brought the dumplings out. When he saw him coming, he remembered that it had arrived at their order to eat.

"Wait for me," she turned to the kitchen and found that there was only one pot of more than one pot of dumplings left.

She thought about it and brought out two plates.

"You take the children and dad to eat first, and I'll serve the food there."

Luo Yan nodded, greeted the others, and went to the front yard.

Lin Miao followed him to the front yard with vegetables and steamed buns.

In the kitchen, the chef and Li Qi met each other.

They packed it so hard that they forgot to leave it for the front yard in advance.

"Or I'll have more stuffing?"

Li Qi's uncertainty.

"Forget it," the chef waved his hand, "It's all this, it's already halfway through the night."

"The children are still asleep."

Li Qi thought it was true.

But thinking about the boss's wife suddenly proposed to make dumplings, I'm afraid she didn't want to improve the food for the children.

The two of them finished putting the dumplings and took them out.

Everyone has almost finished eating now.

Two plates of dishes were left separately on the table, but the dumplings were all discs.

Li Qi tsk, "I knew these guys wouldn't give me leftover dumplings."

Thanks to his foresight.

The cook did not expose his self-feeling.

It was obvious that the boss lady was polite, so she left half a pot for them.

In the main room, Luo Jiao was holding a small bowl in one hand and scooping dumplings with a spoon in the other hand.

"Is it tasty?"

Seeing the children's food so much, Lin Miao asked with a smile.

Luo Jiao's cheeks are bulging.

Her lips were pursed from the cognitive and educated education.

But when he heard Lin Miao's questioning, he nodded obediently.

Lin Miao touched her little head and pinched her two.

"Just eat these, you'll have to be over."

Luo Jiao muttered and swallowed the dumplings in her mouth, knowing that she was limited, she sighed like a little adult.

Luo Hao was eating happily and heard that he was missing someone to grab dumplings, but it was so beautiful.

Luo's father was a little unhappy when he saw his grandsons keeping their eyes closed for eating dumplings.

"When you have time, make dumplings a few more times to let the children eat enough."

Lin Miao pursed the corners of her mouth and said nothing.

Luo Yan frowned, "Dad, there are so many people in the family, they are all half-girls, and they are all very edible."

"A meal with six fists is a steamed bun, and it's all less to say."

"The dumplings are like dates to them. If Miaomiao is often wrapped, she will not be exhausted."

When Luo's father thought that this was the case.

However, seeing that his grandson wanted to eat but couldn't afford it, Luo's father felt very distressed.

"Grandpa will take you out for food another day, okay?"

Luo Hao slutted his eyes, looked left, right, and then shook his head.

"You can't eat alone, that's not good."

He had a white little face and said seriously.

"This kid," Mr. Luo was amused.

But he also touched his head with love.

"It's Grandpa who was wrong, I won't know how to do it in the future."

A conceptual entanglement is resolved in the children's words.

After dinner, Lin Miao cleaned up the dishes silently.

Sister Zhu hurriedly took it, "You're tired for the afternoon, hurry up and go back and rest."
To be continued...