Reborn 1980 has become a lucky bag for brothers

Chapter 245 Mr. Jin protects the food

In a blink of an eye, the winter solstice happened to be the day when my brothers had a holiday.

The whole family gathers together to make dumplings.

It's not that there is a slang saying: don't eat dumplings during the winter solstice, and freeze your ears in winter.

Jin Yi didn't know how to make bags, so Xiaotuanzi taught him hand in hand, but Anbei became upset and clamored for Xiaotuanzi to teach him too.

But He Xiangyun reprimanded him mercilessly, "You know how to make a bag, but let your sister teach it. What should I do if she gets tired?"

The flame of Anbei's enthusiasm was extinguished in an instant, and he hung his head and fiddled with the dumpling wrappers.

He murmured: But Jin Yi asked his younger sister to teach him, obviously Jin Yi would also.

But in front of his mother's face, he dared not speak.

He could tell that his mother took special care of Jin Yi, and those who didn't know thought Jin Yi was her mother's real son.

"Fourth brother, I'll teach you the kind I made later." Xiaotuanzi also noticed that fourth brother was unhappy, so he comforted him.

Sure enough, after listening to Xiaotuanzi's words, Anbei's depressed mood disappeared instantly.

It can be said to come quickly and go inexplicably.

Look, my sister still cares about him.

that's enough!
It doesn't matter if you teach or not.

Xiaotuanzi felt that it was not good to have too many tricks in making dumplings, which caused disputes.

In the future, she will just pack these two alternately, and don't need to take out the others.

"That's it, will you meet, brother Jin Yi?"

The young man beside him responded with practical actions, and once again he was completely different.

An Mo's eyes ached from the sight.

Based on his observations, this kid did it on purpose. He didn't believe that a person with a photographic memory could make a dumpling, even if Xiaotuanzi taught him for half an hour.

"Xiao Yi, come here and let me teach you. Yi Yi is also tired."

Jin Yi paused with his fingers, "Thank you, second brother, I can almost do it, but I lack the hands-on ability to make dumplings. I can figure out the rest by myself. Don't worry, second brother."

An Mo really wanted to smear his face with the flour on his hands.

Is he worried?

"That's good. Xiaotuanzi, wash your hands and drink some water to rest. The rest of the brothers will pack."

Xiaotuanzi couldn't hear the flashes of swords and swords between the second brother and Jin Yi, and she didn't think much about it herself. Her focus was on the dumplings themselves.

Hearing what the second brother said now, he just smiled, "I'm not tired. I'll help my brothers pack it together. Brother, you can also steam some when you go to school tomorrow and take them for supper at school."

An Mo thinks Xiaotuanzi's idea is good.

"Well, then the second brother will do it with Yiyi."

The two brothers and sisters agreed in this way.

Jin Yi on the side raised his eyebrows, and looked at An Mo calmly, the unfriendliness in his eyes was about to overflow.

An Mo understood, and thought, why not pretend?This is the nature of this kid.

After wrapping up the dumplings, He Xiangyun didn't eat them alone. He asked his brothers to send a plate to the head of Chuanzi's family and Molan's family to try. Walnut.

Mr. Jin was very happy, but he was scolded all over by his grandson in his heart.

Look, look, I eat good food and don't think about his grandfather. Fortunately, his student's mother is sensible and hasn't forgotten him as a teacher.

The old man was very satisfied, so he asked Uncle Zhao to pour a plate of vinegar that he made himself, dipped it in and took a bite, it was a look of enjoyment.

Uncle Zhao was greedy, "Grandpa, I don't think you can finish it." This was a tactful word, since there were so many dumplings, it seemed that they were a gift for the two of them.

But the old man has always been protective of food, you can ask him for money, but you can't steal his favorite food.

Sure enough, as soon as Uncle Zhao said this, the old man stretched out his sleeve to block it.

Looking at Uncle Zhao with defensive eyes, "Don't come and grab it, I won't talk until I can't finish eating."

Zhao Bo was helpless, this is the rhythm of not giving him food.

(End of this chapter)