The farmhouse's fierce wife is the master of the house

Chapter 87
Seeing Ye Xiangchun's stubborn mouth, Jing Chen patted the face on his hands, leaned on the edge of the stove, and asked her: "Okay, I don't ask too much. Then what do you think about the dumpling wrappers now? You use your hands Stretch out one by one for me?"

"The dough is dead, the melon seeds need to be active." Ye Xiangchun refused to give in, rolled up his arms and sleeves and said, "There are plenty of substitutes. Bring your bamboo flute."

Jing Chen was amused by Ye Xiangchun.Pulling out the bamboo flute from his waist, he threw it directly on the small table where the dough was placed, Nunuzui said: "I see you try to roll one with this?"

"Hey, what is your attitude? You think I dare not?" Ye Xiangchun stretched out his hand to grab the bamboo flute, and said, "Wipe it first, shall we?"

Jing Chen nodded: "Wipe, you wipe. After cleaning, you roll the skin. Hurry up, waiting to eat."

Ye Xiangchun let out a "hum" and became persistent.I took the rag and dampened it, and wiped the bamboo flute seriously.

Seeing the edge of the flute membrane was stained with water, Jing Chen made two "tsk tsk", turned his head and really couldn't see it.

Ye Xiangchun ignored him, wiped the bamboo flute clean, and reached out to grab the dough.

Jing Chen rushed over and held Ye Xiangchun's hand down.

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way. Aren't you waiting to eat?" Ye Xiangchun swung his arms, trying to shake Jing Chen's hand away.

Jing Chen stared at the bamboo flute that had already been dipped in flour, swallowed his saliva in distress, narrowed his eyes again, and said, "Well, I'm afraid of you. You mean that bamboo can replace a rolling pin Right? Then I'll find you one."

After finishing speaking, Jing Chen still pressed Ye Xiangchun's hand with one hand, and pulled back his unlucky bamboo flute with the other hand.Then go out and look for bamboo.

Ye Xiangchun breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Jingyu, who was already a little stunned, and smiled, "Xiaoyu, let me tell you secretly, that bamboo flute can't be rolled at all."

The corners of Jing Yu's mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to ask but didn't speak.

Ye Xiangchun leaned over and whispered: "The flute is so porous that when you roll the leather, it will get into the holes, so it's useless."

Jing Yu blinked her eyes, and after thinking about it for a long time, she finally figured out what it would look like if the hole on the bamboo flute was stuffed into the flour, and the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

Ye Xiangchun and Jing Yu were secretly laughing, and Jing Chen came back.

Ye Xiangchun quickly squeezed Jing Yu's hand, signaling him to stop laughing and show off.

Jing Chen pursed his lips, with a cold face, he threw a ruler-long and inch-thick bamboo on the table, and said, "This is just right."

"Okay." Ye Xiangchun winked at Jingyu again, picked up the bamboo and rolled it.

However, Ye Xiangchun had only rolled two dumpling wrappers, and Jing Chen frowned and snatched the bamboo over, "With your trotter-like hands, you still say you can roll the wrappers? Get up, I'll roll the wrappers, You bag."

Ye Xiangchun curled his lips, and said unconvinced: "So what if it's not round? What if it's a bit thicker? It's the same stuffing anyway, so there's no difference in wrapping it."

"No difference?" Jing Chen picked up two dumpling wrappers and put them together, comparing them: "Is this a problem of being out of round? The size is also quite different. Moreover, the thin one is translucent, and the thick one is translucent." Can be used as pancakes."

Uh!Ye Xiangchun hesitated a little, and admitted that the gap between the two dumpling skins was a bit big.

Jing Chen rolled the two leather balls that Ye Xiangchun rolled out just now, kneaded them back into the dough, and rolled them out again.

(End of this chapter)