In the first year of school, I took my counselor home

Chapter 124 Ping An, what kind of girl do you like?
in the kitchen.

Our sister Wan'er holds a half-cut carrot in her hand, and she eats it deliciously.

Rabbits have to say "good luck" when they see them.

At this time, Song Wanyi was mixing dumpling fillings. One pot of mixed three-delicacy fillings was covered with plastic wrap and placed next to it. The other pot was mixing beef and carrot fillings.

The next second, Zhao Waner, who was munching carrots, saw her best friend walking into the kitchen. She immediately took a few steps forward and came to Pei Hongzhuang. Then she took Pei Hongzhuang's hand affectionately and began to share the little things left in her hands. Half of a carrot.

"Pei Pei, do you want to eat, eh? Pei Pei, why are your hands so hot?" Zhao Waner said slightly differently, feeling Pei Hongzhuang's warm little hands.

Xu Pingan happened to walk into the kitchen at this time. After hearing Sister Wan'er's words, he paused slightly and looked at the two women subconsciously.

Pei Hongzhuang looked at Zhao Waner, who was enjoying the delicious food, and asked with a natural expression: "Didn't you say you were here to help?"

"I'm helping Sister Wanyi with the remaining ingredients." Zhao Waner picked up the carrot, took another bite, and said confidently, not doubting Pei Hongzhuang's hot little hands.

After all, Pei Pei wears more clothes and is not as cool as hers. Moreover, he drank a lot of tea before, so it is normal for his body temperature to be higher than hers.

"If it's such a busy situation, then I can help Aunt Song handle it, Sister Wan'er." Xu Ping'an looked at Zhao Waner and said, feeling silently relieved in his heart.

It seems that his worries are a bit unnecessary. After all, no one would have thought that in broad daylight, Teacher Pei and his classmates were actually playing hand-warming games in the living room.

"You're late, I've already finished my work." Zhao Waner said, taking another bite of the carrot, and then threw the rest of the carrot into the trash can nearby.

Good guy, at Sister Wan'er's place, help is calculated on the basis of food.

"Stop standing around, wash your hands and get ready to make dumplings." Song Wanyi raised her head and looked at a few people and said, her eyes sweeping over her precious daughter and Xu Pingan.

"Received, Sister Wanyi!" Zhao Waner stamped her foot, standing at attention in a standard posture, then saluted Song Wanyi, and then took Pei Hongzhuang's hand and walked towards the sink next to her, " Come on, Pei Pei, let’s wash our hands.”

She didn't wash her hands before eating carrots, so she was unclean. Sister Wan'er didn't get sick after eating them.

10 minutes later……

Two pots of dumpling fillings were brought to the kitchen table, and the dumpling-making operation officially began.

The dining table should be placed in the kitchen for convenience when Pei's father and Pei's mother usually eat, so it is not very big and is about the same size as the dining table in the cafeteria.

On Xu Ping'an's left is his teacher Pei, on his right is Teacher Pei's mother, and Sister Wan'er is assigned to the opposite side.

The four of them sat on one side of the table, occupying the entire dining table.

At this time, Song Wanyi was dividing the noodles into small portions next to her, while Sister Wan'er, who was sitting next to her, was having a great time cutting out each portion, saying that no one should compete with her.

Xu Ping'an glanced at Pei Hongzhuang, who was sitting next to him, then quietly reached out his hand under the table and touched Teacher Pei's tender little hand gently.

sneak attack.

Have fun!

Pei Hongzhuang seemed not to notice, sitting quietly on the chair without any reaction.

Just touch it and you won't lose any pieces of meat.

The next second, Pei Hongzhuang directly caught Xu Ping'an's big hand that was sneaking up again, then grabbed the skin on the back of the hand and lightly rotated 180 degrees.

"Cough..." Xu Pingan's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help but cough lightly.

"What's wrong, brother Ping'an?" Zhao Waner, who was having a great time, raised her head and looked at Xu Ping'an and asked.

"It's nothing, Sister Wan'er, my throat feels a little uncomfortable." Xu Ping'an looked at Zhao Waner and replied.

"There are grass coral lozenges. Do you need them for Ping An? Auntie, go get some for you." Song Wanyi stopped grabbing the pills, raised her head and looked at Xu Pingan, and asked with concern.

"No, Aunt Song. It's just that my throat is a little itchy. It's gone." Xu Ping'an looked at Song Wanyi and said quickly.

Aunt Song is really nice.

Looking at the sizable group of noodle makers who had been pressed by Sister Wan'er, Xu Pingan reached out and took the rolling pin next to Song Wanyi, and then reached out and took out a small noodle box.

Because the dining table is relatively high, if Aunt Song is responsible for rolling out dumpling wrappers, she would have to stand while doing so. Xu Pingan, as her future son-in-law, would definitely not let this happen.

"Ping'an can also roll out dumpling wrappers?" Song Wanyi looked at Xu Ping'an and asked slightly surprised.

Compared with making dumplings, people who can roll out dumpling wrappers are very rare, not to mention a young child like Xu Pingan, whose daughter-in-law doesn't have this skill.

"Yes." Xu Ping'an nodded and replied, then put the dough under the rolling pin and rolled it out skillfully. Soon a round dumpling wrapper was freshly baked.

In Xu Ping'an's hometown, especially in the countryside, in winter, basically every household will make a lot of dumplings, freeze them in a large natural refrigerator outside, and then store them in a tank in other places. You don’t have to make dumplings all winter. You can cook some dumplings and eat them when you don’t want to cook.

And Xu Ping'an, under the guidance of his mother at a young age, first learned how to make noodles, then when he was older, he learned how to make dumplings, and when he was older, he learned the last step, rolling out dumpling wrappers. .

Song Wanyi looked at Xu Pingan and felt even more satisfied. He is really a good and versatile child.

Moreover, with Xu Ping'an, her future son-in-law, to share the important responsibilities for her, Song Wanyi was also happy to be at ease.

Pei Hongzhuang on the side also glanced at Xu Ping'an and said, "Well, from now on, I can let my little classmate make dumplings for her alone."

"Brother Ping'an is quite powerful. Whoever marries you in the future will be lucky." Zhao Waner, who was sitting opposite, praised Xu Ping'an's smooth operations as she watched him.

"Marry me, not me, sister Wan'er." Xu Ping'an raised his head and looked at Zhao Waner, corrected, and then glanced calmly at Pei Hongzhuang, who was sitting next to him.

Oh, just go ahead and have fun!
"Don't both the word "marry" and "marry" have the same word for "female"? They almost mean the same thing. Don't worry about these details." Zhao Waner looked at Xu Ping'an and said.

Xu Pingan: "..."

One is on the left and the other is below. Can that mean the same thing? Details are still important.

"When Pingan arrives at university, have you ever thought about finding a girlfriend?" Song Wanyi on the side followed Zhao Waner's words and asked Xu Pingan casually.

Xu Ping'an paused slightly while rolling out the dumpling wrappers, raised his head and looked at Wanyi Song beside him, and replied: "If there is a suitable one, I am still prepared to find one."

"Oh, what kind of girl do you like, Pingan? Auntie will help you keep an eye on it to see if there is anything suitable." Song Wanyi glanced at her baby calmly and asked Xu Pingan.

This is the most suitable.

Xu Pingan was about to reply when Zhao Waner on the side jumped in first, "Sister Wanyi, you don't have to think about giving Brother Pingan a month to grow old. I wanted to introduce him to a girlfriend last time, but Brother Pingan said that he... is right , saying that he likes the feeling of being destined and doesn’t like being introduced to someone through someone else.”

Saying that, Zhao Waner glanced at Xu Ping'an opposite again, "We want to see when you, melon boy, can find your destined one, but don't come back crying and begging her."

However, if you cry well and cry more excitingly, our sister Wan'er is not that stingy person and can still reluctantly introduce good-looking girls to brother Ping An.

"Oh, that's right." Song Wanyi nodded, and then looked at her precious daughter who was sitting opposite silently making dumplings again.

It was fate, Xiao Wan'er was deceived and miserably.

My poor little Wan'er.

"What kind of boy does Xiao Wan'er like? Let's see if there is a suitable one and introduce one to you." Song Wanyi turned to look at Zhao Waner and asked with a smile.

"Sister Wanyi, please let me go. Your little girl doesn't have a boyfriend either. It's better for you to take care of her first." When Zhao Waner heard this question, she felt a little dizzy for a moment, and then she directly attacked Shuidong. lead.

Song Wanyi turned to look at her precious daughter and said with some dissatisfaction, "I can't control her."

Those who couldn't control it before really couldn't control it, but those who can't control it now... just don't want to control it.

"Pei Pei, you are really disobedient. Sister Wanyi can't even do anything to you." Zhao Waner turned to look at her best friend and criticized her without fear of death.

"Do you believe I have a way with you?" Pei Hongzhuang raised her head, looked at Zhao Waner with a faint look, and said slowly.

"Brother Ping'an, can you move faster? I won't even be able to cover this!" Zhao Waner turned her little head and looked at Xu Ping'an opposite, urging in a dissatisfied tone.

Xu Pingan: "..."

You know that persimmons are soft when pinched, right?

Just wait, soft persimmons will also harden one day!
At this moment, Father Pei's figure appeared at the door of the kitchen. He looked at the people at the dining table who were busy making dumplings. He paused for a moment at Xu Pingan, who was in the C position and was rolling out dumpling wrappers.

The young man knows quite a lot.

After washing his hands, Pei Qinghong sat directly next to his wife and joined in the dumpling-making operation, which made Xu Ping'an roll out the dumpling wrappers a little faster.

When the future father-in-law appears, the enthusiasm instantly increases by [-]%.

But it doesn't matter if it's not fast. After all, there are so many people making dumplings, but he is the only one rolling out the dumpling wrappers.

What surprised Xu Ping'an was that not only did our sister Wan'er make dumplings very well, but Dad Pei on the side was also very skillful in making dumplings. Compared with the tall and majestic image, there seemed to be an unexpected contrast. Cute.

Not to mention the skills of our sister Pei Pei, with a gentle squeeze of her little hands, a white and fat dumpling that looked like a gold ingot was born from her hands.

Well, from now on, I can let Sister Pei Pei make dumplings for myself alone.

He is so lucky.

While Wanyi Song was wrapping dumplings, she looked at her precious daughter opposite who was also wrapping dumplings, then at Xu Ping'an who was rolling out dumpling wrappers next to her, then glanced at her husband next to her, and finally took care of Xiao Wan'er next to her. , with a slight smile in his eyes.

This feeling is really good.

Happiness does not need to be earth-shattering. As long as we gather around the dining table and make dumplings together, the feeling of happiness will spread uncontrollably in our hearts...

"I'll roll it for a while. Ping An, you take a rest first." Song Wanyi looked at Xu Ping An, who had been busy all the time, and said.

Such a good child is certainly worthy of her future mother-in-law's heartache.

"There is no need for Aunt Song, and the rolling is not tiring. It just so happens that I am not very good at making dumplings. I used to be responsible for rolling the dumplings at home. My mother said that the dumplings I made looked like the house our family lived in when I was a child. , there is air leaking everywhere." Xu Ping'an raised his head and looked at Song Wanyi, and said seriously.

Everyone was amused by Xu Pingan and laughed. Song Wanyi looked at Xu Pingan and said, "Ping An suffered a lot when he was a child, right?"

Pei Hongzhuang on the side raised her head and looked at Xu Pingan, and her dumpling-making movements were a little slower unconsciously.

"I didn't suffer much. Although my family was not rich when I was young, my parents loved me very much. I was no less than other children. However, they had a very difficult life at that time, and I couldn't understand their difficulties. , always causing trouble for them." Xu Ping'an paused while rolling out the dumpling wrappers in his hands and said.

When I was a child, during the Chinese New Year at home, no matter how difficult it was, my parents would buy him new clothes and shoes from head to toe, and would also give him some New Year's money so that he could go to the canteen to buy his favorite snacks.

But his father and mother's clothes were always mended and mended, and they could not see a new one for several years.

"Why bother? You were just a child at the time and didn't understand anything. Now that you have been admitted to such a good university and are so outstanding, your parents will definitely be proud of you." Song Wanyi looked at Xu Peace, said.

"Don't say that, Aunt Song, you don't know my tragic experience. Since the college entrance examination, I have directly become a state where my mother does not love me and my father does not love me. In the past, I could eat whatever I wanted. After finishing the college entrance examination, it was considered good if I had something to eat, but I felt disgusted even if I lay down at home for a while, and the treatment plummeted, and I felt that it was not as good as the cows in my backyard."

Xu Pingan said with a sad face, which made Song Wanyi laugh out loud.

"It's okay. Come to Auntie more often. Auntie will prepare delicious food for you." Song Wanyi looked at Xu Pingan and said with a smile.

Pei Qinghong looked at his wife and silently wrapped dumplings.

Good food?

I hope this kid can hold on.

(End of this chapter)