"Teacher Huang, you don't need to send it, you really don't need to send it!"

Chen Chichi stood alone under the mushroom house with his luggage, Teacher Huang was wearing an apron and was now in the gazebo, and the others were busy with their own affairs, and no one paid attention to Chen Chichi.

"Don't send it, let's go!"

"Am I really gone?

It was bleak, this was not summer at all, and Chen Chichi felt that at this time, a few fallen leaves were floating in front of him from the top of his head.

"Let's go?"

In fact, everyone washed their hands and prepared to go down to send him, but Chen Chichi couldn't see it, and thought that no one really sent it.

"You... It's embarrassing not to send me, isn't it?"

"I'll send you, I'm kidding you. ”

Teacher He took the lead in descending the stone steps of the mushroom house and explained: "I was making dumplings just now, and I washed my hands with flour in one hand. ”

"I thought that no one really sent me, so I said, my popularity can't be so bad!"

The long procession lined up on the country path, accompanied by the curling smoke and the afterglow of the setting sun, Mr. Huang leaned on the pillars of the pavilion and watched the group until the crowd disappeared around the corner.

When he was young, he dreamed of going to the end of the world with a sword, but when he was old, his heart was soft, and he rarely sent guests away in person.

The sky after the rain is turquoise, and the afterglow of the setting sun is like a painter, half blue sky, half golden clouds.

People are complex animals, you want to be quiet when there are many people around, and when there is no one around you, you want to be more lively, and Mr. Huang's mood at this time is the same.

Meng's suddenly quieted, quite unaccustomed.

"Wang~Wang~"

"Well, it seems that I'm not alone, why didn't you send guests?"

Teacher Huang tugged at the ears of the two dogs.

"Woo~"

"Hey~ What's wrong with raising you so big and tearing off your ears?

Let go of Xiao H, watch it run away, and scolded with a smile: "Silly dog!"

"Little H is in trouble?"

Seeing off Chen Chichi, Teacher He led everyone up the stone steps, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard Teacher Huang scolding Xiao H.

"No, let's continue to make dumplings!"

There are about 100 dumplings wrapped in the steaming drawer, and the average of seven people who eat is only a dozen or so, and after being hungry for a day, this dumpling is definitely not enough, and it has to be more than 200 on average more than 20 per person.

"That's enough, it's enough, it's too much waste!" More than a hundred dumplings, looking at a lot of dumplings, Mr. He didn't have any concept of this, so he felt that such a big pile should be enough.

"It's not enough, Teacher He, Peng Peng can eat half of it alone, wrap it!"

A few side dishes are ready, and there is nothing else to do, and it is better to leave more than enough to eat for the staff.

"Can't eat, can't eat!"

Peng Peng smiled, he was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, he felt that even if it was not as exaggerated as Mr. Huang said, it would not be as good as it would be there, thirty was easy, and it was not impossible to support forty or fifty!

Don't look at the crowd, the speed of making dumplings is really not fast, Wu Haiyan and Zhang Yining are very skilled, and the others are much worse, Ye Mingxuan, who is the best cook, is responsible for rolling the dumpling skin, Zhang Zifeng makes dumplings as if he is doing needlework, serious is serious, it is the shape... Forget it, as long as it is not opened when it is tightly wrapped and cooked, don't ask for so much.

"Brother, do you think this looks like you? the longest, and this one who wears glasses is Brother Peng Peng. ”

"Gotta ~ play!"

Teacher Huang looked at Zhang Zifeng and liked it, and the proper old father looked at his daughter, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of relief.

"Girl, is there any mine?"

"Yes, you're the one who packs it now. Zhang Zifeng smiled, his small eyes narrowed.

"Teacher Huang, hurry up, there are no dumpling skins!"

"Oao Ao ~ Okay, okay, right away, six people wrap one person to roll the skin, Cui's. ”

Ye Mingxuan was obviously very easy when he rolled the skin, why did he rush so tightly when he came to him?

The other five people wrapped slowly, Ye Mingxuan's middle finger index finger was holding a small spoon on the back of his hand, one for three seconds, each dumpling was measured by an ordinary caliper, the size and shape were almost exactly the same, and the two heroines in the arena were dumbfounded, although the skin was also fast, it was not so exaggerated, and there was a comparison, which made the people around them doubt life.

"It's... This... It's an exaggeration, isn't it? The dumpling-making machine isn't so fast!"

Wu Haiyan stared at Ye Mingxuan's movements, carefully learned, and tried to make dumplings with the same movements.

Spread out the dumpling skin and put the filling, this is the same as everyone, but then ordinary people are pinching the pleats one by one, Ye Mingxuan is different, his thumb and index finger are pinched on both sides, and his hands are clenched and pinched hard, it is one.

Wu Haiyan tried it, and the dumpling fillings were pinched out, so let's wrap them honestly and slowly!

"Don't learn from him, his method is a way to make dumplings in a restaurant, the speed is fast but the skill and strength requirements are relatively high, don't talk about you, I can't learn it, and it's scattered when it's cooked." ”

This means that everyone is hungry today, otherwise Ye Mingxuan would not be so wrapped, anyway, as a cook, it is quite awkward to look at this kind of dumplings without folds, and they are still traditional dumplings beautiful.

"Okay, almost, Xiao Xuan, you roll the skin, I'll cook dumplings for you, these fillings are all wrapped, more for the photography teacher, don't give it to Xixi!"

Make an OK gesture and take over Mr. Huang's work, this time the rolling skin is much faster, once the dumpling skin is too much, put down the rolling pin to make dumplings.

"Teacher He, why don't you give Xixi as a director?"

"Director Xixi, are you convinced by the many dumplings to the camera teacher?"

Teacher He didn't answer, but asked loudly at Zhang Hangxi, who was lying in the director's chair next to him.

"Hey, hey~ convinced!"

"Director Zhang is the chief director, only responsible for controlling the overall situation, now the most tired is actually the photographer, sleep the latest and get up the earliest, when do we sleep when they shoot, we haven't gotten up yet, they have to get up and prepare, now summer, do you want it to be winter?

Ye Mingxuan's answer made Zhang Yining suddenly nod, thinking about it carefully, isn't that what happened?

The longing for life is not sporty, and now it's summer, and the experience is not deep, so change a show, chicken strip running man, this kind of confrontational sportsman, you don't need to bring anything when the star chases, the cameraman who shoots resists such a heavy machine, you have to run with the star, the star artist is tired enough after the show, what about those photographers?

The danger of following photographers is much higher than that of celebrity artists, but are their salaries very high? Not necessarily, at least compared to the income of celebrities, it is a drop in the bucket.

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