House Dad’s Literary Life

The noodles are good, Yang Lan began to make dumplings.

With the experience of kneading dough before, I am very active now. I watched my father hold a dough and put out a dumpling skin. Then I filled the dumplings with the little aunt and made dumplings. The little girl couldn’t help it. It is.

"Hey, I have to make dumplings too." He stood on the table and looked at his father eagerly.

Yang Lan was also happy to let her daughter participate in the holiday work. He washed his hands, first rolled up the sleeves and then gave her a dumpling skin.

"You come by yourself." Yang Lan wants to see her daughter's ability to observe and comprehend her ability. She just looks around and can learn what level.

However, this request was difficult to work at first. The little girl relied a little on her father. She saw her pouting a small mouth and said with a sullen mood: "Oh, but I still can't! You have to teach me."

"Grandma will teach you!" But Dong Yuexi, who is making pumpkin cake next to him, couldn't sit still. She smiled and reached for a dumpling skin and gave a demonstration. "Look at Grandma like this, put the skin in the palm of your hand, put a little Stuffing in the middle, so pinch the skin and wrap it up..."

“Do you understand?” Dong Yuexi put the wrapped dumplings on the plate and said to the Achilles.

The little girl seems to understand and nodded, and her expression is a bit awkward.

Yang Lan looked at her with a funny smile, and her movements did not stop. She said softly: "It doesn't matter, you should try it first, and you won't be there. Dad will teach you again."

I finally started to make dumplings. She had the same kind of style. She put the dumplings flat on the palm of her left hand, but the little girl’s hand was a bit slender, and the big dumplings covered her little hands all at once.

Then make dumplings stuffed, Yang Lan has pushed a large dumpling stuffing into front of her, the little girl easily picked up a small spoon and dug a piece of meat.

Uh... It seems a bit less!

Is this a delicate girl? Do you only use a little bit of dumplings, and less than a fingernail dumpling stuffing?

Yang Lan did not speak, just smiled and watched her daughter personally pack her first dumplings.

It seems that I am still a little talented in this respect. The first time I made dumplings, she would actually pinch the dumplings. Although there were no folds, the dumplings were pinched into a flat football shape, but it’s good, Successfully made a dumpling!

"Great! Dad thinks that you have made dumplings for the first time. It’s already very good!" Yang Xiao smiled and applauded, and everyone else applauded.

He smiled with joy and smiled. Under the direction of Dad, he sat on his big steamed platter with his first dumplings.

"Let's work harder, let's try it, put a little more dumpling stuffing!" Yang Hao handed a dumpling skin to the little girl, and gave a soft voice.

This time, Yang Lan wants to really teach how to pack a dumpling.

曦曦 Put some dumplings in accordance with Dad’s instructions.

But still too little!

"A little more." Yang Lan said helplessly, "Too little, dumplings are not good."

This time is too much.

Yang Hao had to help her put it back with a small spoon.

"Well, now I'm starting to dump the dumplings. Just like that, just fold it first, then look at Dad. Follow the side and squeeze out the wrinkles of the dumplings. Look, is this a good look?" Yang Lan gave her daughter slowly. Do the demonstration.

Yang Huan was also looking at dropping out of school, but she didn't have much patience. After watching it for a while, she took back her eyes and wrapped up her dumplings. She didn't have dumplings. She took a rolling pin and went to pick up the dumplings.

At the beginning, I didn't do it well enough. I squeezed the wrinkles and slanted, and I also showed a small mouth. It might be that there was a lot of dumpling stuffing, and she couldn’t control it.

Yang Lan reached out and taught her how to pinch the remaining mouth back.

"Great, this time I saw a lot better than the first time, right?" Yang Lan told her to put the dumplings back and smiled and praised.

"Hey!" The little girl was happy.

However, the third dumpling, the cockroach is a little floating, the little girl in the father's dumplings, I came to pack, but when filling the dumplings, I dug a spoonful, and quickly covered the dumplings !

"So much?" Yang Lan saw some surprises.

With a small mouth, he said in a distressed way: "Hey, can't pack it... What should I do?"

"This is not greedy!" Yang said with a smile. In fact, he can dig a little dumplings back as he did just now. However, the dumpling skin is stained with some dumplings and it is not sticky enough.

But Yang Lan still has a way to remedy! I saw him smile and took a dumpling skin, teaching: "Come, Dad teaches you to make Big Mac dumplings!"

The two dumplings were put together and began to pinch the laces. I also helped my father pinch a little.

After the success, I was surprised to see this big dumpling in the field and said, "Hey, this is like the sun, are we calling it a little sun?"

"Of course!" Yang Hao laughed.

Perhaps it was fun to play with the tricks. Yang Lan also gave her daughter a few steamed dumplings on the spot, such as butterfly-shaped dumplings, five-flowered flower dumplings, and ingot-shaped dumplings...

Every novelty dumpling has aroused the exclamation and admiration, and the little girl said with joy to her father, "Hey, put it here, put it here!"

She is going to put these odd-shaped dumplings next to her dumplings.

"Hey, you have to pack a few dumplings, mother and grandparents have to taste your craft." Murphy was on the side, smiling slightly.

Yang Chonggui was dismantling the stage. He waved his hand and said cheerfully: "Grandpa doesn't have to eat, don't get tired of Xiao Yang."

However, by noon, Yang Lan steamed the dumplings and let Yang Chonggui put a dumpling of her own bag. The old man was very comforted and smiled, and the wrinkles appeared.

Of course, I also liked my dumplings very much, although Dad told her that she couldn’t eat too much, but the three dumplings that I started to do, including the big “small sun”, were all caught by her, she I also want to make a butterfly-shaped dumpling made by my father.

"This is a thin dumpling, this is a fat dumpling, this is the little sun, this is a small butterfly!" Carrying these dumplings, he was excited to introduce to Dad.

It seems that she is not eating, but to appreciate art works!

"The pumpkin pie is coming, oh, come and taste the pumpkin pie made by Grandma!" Dong Yuexi was not willing to show weakness. She couldn't wait to take out her fried pumpkin cake and said with a smile.

This golden and tempting pumpkin pie also exudes a seductive scent that makes it hard to resist!

When I saw it, I called it "wow". I didn't think that the pumpkin pie with the bread crumbs was so good after it was done!

The little girl can't wait to catch it.

But very soon, she screamed, and retracted her hand, a little hot.

"Not hot, this is hot!" Yang Huan has already held one, while holding the heat, while his mouth is shaking, it seems to be turning the pumpkin pie, so that the hot pumpkin cake does not burn to his tongue, drum He said.

The little girl looked at the little aunt enviously, and looked at the grandparents and uncles and yelled at them, watching them eat sweetly, and the sorrow in her heart, the saliva must flow down.

Yang Lan picked up two pieces of steamed dumplings, stacked them, wrapped them up with a pumpkin pie, handed them to Murphy next to them, and then wrapped them up and handed them to you.

"Isn't it hot now?" Yang Yan asked her daughter with a smile.

"Not hot!" He happily held the pumpkin pie and smelled the seductive scent, a little intoxicated.

"But still have to eat slowly, or you will burn your mouth. You should try a little bite first." Yang Lan patiently took care of her daughter.

According to my father, I gently bite a small mouth, a bit hot, but because of a small bite, it is much cooler in my mouth.

"It's delicious!" Although it was just a small mouth, the crispy skin of the pumpkin pie, the sweetness of the inside, and the mellow aroma, immediately brightened the big eyes of the obsidian.

"Unfortunately, my aunt can't eat pumpkin cake made by my grandmother. Otherwise, I definitely love it." Dong Yuexi saw that she liked it very much. She smiled and laughed, but saw the little sleepy in Murphy's arms. Oh, still regret to say.

"Mom, when he grows up, you can still do it for him!" Murphy said with a smile.

At this time, Yang Huan poked Yang Lan, whispered: "Big Brother, have you left me some pumpkin pie?"

She still thinks about her good girlfriend Ding Xiang!

But Yang Huan does not know that Ding Xiang is not alone today.