"I'll help you." Liu Qingqing said with a smile.

"Okay, can you make dumplings?" Ye Rongyao asked with a smile.

"Of course I can do it. When I was a child, I made dumplings with my mother and grandma. My dumplings were very well made." Liu Qingqing said confidently.

"Okay, you'll make the dumplings work." Ye Rongyao said with a smile.

"No problem, husband, what kind of dumplings do we have with fillings?"

Liu Qingqing asked. When making dumplings, the filling of dumplings is very important, because whether the dumplings are delicious or not is an important factor.

"What kind of stuffed dumplings do you want to eat?"

Ye Rongyao asked. Ye Rongyao doesn’t like eating dumplings very much, so what kind of stuffed dumplings has no effect on him, it mainly depends on what kind of stuffed dumplings his woman likes.

"Just just pork stuffing. When you eat it, you will taste the best. "Liu Qingqing hasn't eaten dumplings for a long time. When she talks about dumplings, she swallowed her saliva.

"Okay, let's pack pork dumplings." Ye Rongyao nodded and said.

It is the easiest to make this pork-filled dumpling. Just take a certain amount of pork and chop it into it, use a spoon to put a little pork into the dumpling slices.

He dries it right away. Ye Rongyao quickly took out a piece of pork from the refrigerator, quickly chopped the pork with a knife, and mixed it with a certain amount of seasoning.

Take about half a pound of flour, use water to synthesize the dough, then divide the dough into small pieces and roll it into dumpling skins of the same size.

"Okay, my wife, I'll leave it to you about making dumplings." Ye Rongyao said, washing the flour on his hands.

"Yes, husband."

Liu Qingqing immediately responded and started to make dumplings.

Ye Rongyao looked at his woman making dumplings with interest. He didn't know why. No matter how Ye Rongyao looked at her, she felt that her wife was particularly beautiful, even the action of making dumplings was so beautiful.

This made Ye Rongyao sigh that good people will be rewarded. It was because his parents practiced virtues and accumulated good deeds throughout their lives that he could marry such a beautiful wife as his son.

If my parents hadn't risked their lives to save Liu Qingqing, how could I have such a beautiful wife? Maybe I am still living a lazy life in chaos.

Even after his parents passed away, he ruined his family property and lived a begging life on the streets. Where can he have such a "lazy system" and such a beautiful wife who is as beautiful as a flower?

"Husband, what are you looking at?" Liu Qingqing found that her man looked at her with his eyes straight, and couldn't help but blush and asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, I just think you are very beautiful, my wife."

Ye Rongyao looked at his woman in a daze and said. No matter how Ye Rongyao looked, he thought his wife was beautiful.

"Hate……"

Liu Qingqing glanced at her man and continued to make dumplings happily.

Ten minutes later.

"Husband, I've made the dumplings, how about it? Isn't it good?"

After making about fifty dumplings, Liu Qingqing asked her man happily. Fortunately, she had never forgotten the skills of making dumplings, otherwise she would have been laughed at by her man.

"pretty!"

Ye Rongyao stared at Liu Qingqing and said.

"Hate, husband, how about I asked you to see my dumplings? Not to see me."

Liu Qingqing said helplessly. If other men stared at her like this, Liu Qingqing would definitely be unhappy. And when her man looked at her like this, Liu Qingqing felt very satisfied and a little proud in her heart.

I am still very charming, making my man so obsessed with his beauty.

"Oh, pretty, your wife, you are not only beautiful, but you are also beautiful in dumplings." Ye Rongyao came to his senses and immediately boasted.

There will never be any problem saying praise to your own women.

"Haha, husband, you are so numb." Liu Qingqing said happily.

"I'm not stingy, what I'm talking about is the fact. Who doesn't know that my wife is the most beautiful?" Ye Rongyao said proudly.

"I won't say anything, hurry up and put dumplings, I'm hungry." Liu Qingqing was a little shy when she was praised by her own man.

"good."

Ye Rongyao poured boiling water into the pot, lit the stove fire of the gas stove, gently poured the dumplings wrapped by Liu Qingqing into the pot, cooked until they floated, and then took out the water twice.

Pour into another pot that has boiled the stock, add the seasoning, and finally sprinkle it with chopped coriander and a little sesame oil. A pot of dumplings are ready.

Speaking of the origin of dumplings, there is also an interesting legend here.

It was said that there was a foolish monarch who believed that the treacherous ministers reported that "if a person can eat a hundred kinds of food, he can increase his life and become a god." He issued a notice and recruited chefs with extraordinary skills in the whole country.

Folk chef Su Qiaosheng was selected to the palace with his superb skills. After cooking ninety-nine kinds of meals for the emperor, Su Qiaosheng didn't know what to do in the end.

At this time, he saw some leftover mutton and vegetables on the dish table, so he picked up a knife to chop the mutton and vegetables together, mixed them with seasonings, wrapped many small corners with white flour, and then cooked them in a boiling water pot, and brought them to the emperor as the last rice.

Unexpectedly, the emperor asked after eating: "Today's meal is the most delicious, what's the name?"

Su Qiaosheng replied nonsense: "This is a top-class folk food - flat food."

The emperor wanted to keep Su Qiaosheng and continue cooking for him. Qiaosheng was angry at this greedy and foolish monarch, and sneaked away the next day.

In order to commemorate this chef, later generations learned to make flat food. In this way, generation after generation, it has been passed down to this day and has become the current dumplings.

"alright."

Ye Rongyao took up the dumplings in the pot, put them into two porcelain bowls of large and small, poured them into the broth, and the two bowls of hot dumplings were considered out of the pot.

"Husband, you gave me a little bit of dumplings."

Liu Qingqing looked at the dumplings in the small bowl and pouted in a childish way. She said. She hasn't eaten dumplings for a long time, so Liu Qingqing wants to eat more dumplings.

“Blush eating is not good.”

Ye Rongyao touched Liu Qingqing's little face, and he felt helpless and picked up five dumplings from his big bowl and put them into Liu Qingqing's small bowl.

It’s not that Ye Rongyao is reluctant to let Liu Qingqing eat dumplings, but that Liu Qingqing has such a big appetite and is overeating, but it’s not good for her health.

"Husband, you are so nice."

Seeing that his man had picked up five dumplings into his bowl, Liu Qingqing happily kissed her man heavily on the face.

"Can you kiss a few more times? Every time it's like a dragonfly squirting the water." Ye Rongyao touched his face and said dissatisfiedly.

"Haha, it depends on your performance. I won't talk about it anymore. I'm going to eat dumplings."

After saying that, Liu Qingqing happily picked up her bowl of dumplings and walked towards the restaurant outside the kitchen. Liu Qingqing couldn't wait to eat dumplings.
Chapter completed!