My heart was warm, and I smiled bitterly in private: Dare to love this dream is cultivating me in the direction of housewives and men!

Yumu just smiled and didn't say anything more.

In this way, our family of three began joint operations with a clear division of labor. I was in charge of rolling the skin, and the mother and daughter were in charge of making the stuffing. For a while, the atmosphere seemed quite harmonious, as if we had really become a family, and we were happy. I secretly looked at Yumeng while rolling the skin: Hey, this girl's posture of making dumplings is so beautiful, and naturally exudes a chic boudoir. The delicate and lovely little hands, the movements are dexterous and sharp, as if they are sculpting a work of art, and the perfect and beautiful dumplings are pinched out by her.

As the so-called lover's eyes come out of Xi Shi, no matter what the dream does, I think it is beautiful. Even though her face was covered with white face, a slight sweat oozed from her forehead.

But looking at it, I deserted. A small desertion, the quality of work is greatly reduced.

After a while, You Meng held the dough I rolled out with his hand and asked my master: Please, can you be serious? Look at you, the rolling is too thin, and it is transparent, how can you wrap the filling?

Your mother quickly helped me out of the siege: it is already commendable for him to be rolled out like this by a gay man, so don't ask too high of his standards! After saying that, my daughter turned to me and smiled at me and said: Xiao Zhao, roll it a little thicker, it's too thin and it's hard to wrap. It should be thicker in the middle and thinner on the edges.

I nodded embarrassedly: Got it, Auntie.

You dream just got in touch with me, and rushed to my mother to lean on me: Look at him, he looks like he can't give up. His mind is useless for this. I picked up the rolling pin and waved it in front of me: "Warning you, do a good job, or I'll be rude to you!"

I thought to myself: Could it be that this is a precursor to domestic violence?

But my heart is still beautiful, and if Yumeng commits domestic violence against me, I will not complain. I dare to believe that even the appearance of her domestic violence is a kind of beauty. That's the legendary 'violent beauty'.

Yu's mother snatched the rolling pin from Youmeng's hand and complained: What are you doing here? Not serious! If you continue like this, see if you can marry in the future, who will dare to marry you!

I was stunned by the dream, and I was also stunned. I feel that Yumu's words sound a little eary. But on second thought, when their daughters make mistakes, many mothers will use similar words to warn their daughters to be more restrained and be careful not to get married. Presumably, Yu's mother usually educates Yumeng like this, so in the presence of me, a prospective son-in-law, I said such an unsuitable sentence.

But after all, she was a mother, and she also realized the flaw in her words, and quickly added: That is, Xiao Zhao can tolerate you, if I were a man, I would directly exclude you psychologically! Girls, you still have to be docile, don't lose your temper all day long

The ability to adapt to changes by the mother is really extraordinary.

Yumeng seemed to be a little tired of his mother's nagging, and pulled his mother's arm with her little white-faced hand, and said: Mom, I'm just going to scare and scare him! Otherwise, he won't bully me to death in the future! This is called, give him a dismount in advance! Only in front of you, I dare to fake the tiger, and you can't cooperate?

Yumu laughed: You girl! I have spoiled you since I was a child!

Yumeng grimaced: It's not hopelessly spoiled, right?

By the mother: Don't be poor, you have to hurry up. You see, the pace of progress is quite slow!

You Meng quietly threw me a look, like showing off, and like an ambiguous release.

The mother and daughter really don't look like mother and daughter, but like sisters, and the relationship is quite harmonious.

I thought to myself: this mother-in-law is really a living treasure

Next, I rolled the skin, which was approved by my mother. She nodded, and said in a bluff: Look at it, look at it, how fast Xiao Zhao progresses, a little dial, better than you. He has a smart mind and understands work quickly.

You Mengmei said: Mom, just praise it! Where is the mother's elbow turned out?

Yumu smiled and asked: Is it abducted, me?

Yumeng pouted and said, "It's a kidnapping!"

You mother said: Praise him, isn't it just praise you? You girl, you always raise the bar with me!

There was another wave of warmth in my heart.

To be exact, I didn't expect that this time I came to the Dream Family, and I would be treated so well. The cold reception last time made me feel intimidated by my mother. But this time it was different, she showed her love for me as a prospective son-in-law in just a few words. I even felt that, in her subconscious, she had come to see me as a member of family.

With the joint efforts of the three of us, the dumplings were quickly wrapped and put into the pot.

Yumu was waiting for the dumplings to come out of the pot in the kitchen, and Yumu and I washed up and sat on the sofa and waited.

I wanted to smoke a cigarette, but I was afraid of ruining the fresh air in the house, so I had to endure it. Yumeng quietly took my arm and asked me: Are you happy?

I interrupted her and shouted at her: Happy, quite happy. hugged Yumeng's shoulder, wanting to leave a gentle kiss on her face, but like a thief, he didn't dare to do it.

When he saw me ambiguous in a dream, he immediately pretended to be a decent woman, pushed me away, sat up straight, and warned me with a straight face: Be honest, don't move your hands and feet

As she spoke, she couldn't help but laugh.

It can be seen that Yumeng is particularly happy today. The way she expresses her feelings is different from others, and she always makes some exaggerated and twisted manners.

After a while, Yumu shouted: Serve dumplings!

We stood up and prepared to go into the kitchen.

But at this time, the doorbell suddenly rang.

I frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

Exactly, I could already hear in the footsteps who was ringing the doorbell.

It is my No. 1 love rival Zhang Dengqiang.

His arrival only rekindled the anger that I had suppressed for a long time.

And the keen Yumeng, of course, also heard who the person was. She hesitated, but walked over and opened the door.

Zhang Dengqiang in front of him was wearing a brand-new military uniform, and the two bars and two stars on his shoulders were shining, and I thought to myself: When will this kid be promoted again?

Zhang Dengqiang was carrying a box of elderly gifts in his hand, which seemed to be 'brain platinum' or something. In my mind, I can't help but think of a perennial advertising slogan on TV: I won't accept gifts for the holidays this year, only brain platinum will be accepted for gifts

He obviously also discovered my existence, and smiled very unnaturally, but hurriedly laughed at himself: Wow, what fragrant dumplings! Why, eat dumplings at noon?

Yu's mother leaned out of the kitchen, saw that it was Zhang Dengqiang, and said: Yo, Xiao Zhang is here again?

The word 'again' indirectly confirms some truths: Zhang Dengqiang has been adopting a strategic approach to Youmeng. After a long time of not being able to attack, he began to attack Yumeng's mother, and ran here to sit and sit here twice in three days, improving his favorability, and at the same time constantly destroying my image to set off his tallness. To some extent, he did achieve some goals, but with the completion of my lurking mission, at least more than half of the foreshadowing he had worked so hard to lay was self-defeating.

Zhang Dengqiang put the gift aside, rubbed his hands and sighed: It's still warm at home, it's really cold outside, and the cold wind is biting! Auntie, isn't this just over the New Year, come and see you.

Yumudao: Just right, I just made dumplings, let's eat them together.

Zhang Dengqiang said embarrassedly: This, this, not really, how can this be embarrassing?

You Mu smiled and said: What are you pretending to come to our house? It just so happens that you three old comrades-in-arms also have two drinks.

Zhang Dengqiang rubbed his hands again: Then, then I'm not welcome, Auntie. Just in time, I caught up with it.

This dude, he's so thick-skinned!

In this atmosphere, didn't he feel a trace of embarrassment?

You Meng didn't pay attention to him at all after opening the door, but turned around and sat back next to me, with beautiful legs, and instructed Zhang Dengqiang: Go, you can't be idle when you come, go and serve dumplings!

Her momentum is like that of a queen, although Zhang Dengqiang can hear the extremely dissatisfied emotions in this, he is still happy to say: Okay! Dumplings, bring them immediately

Yumeng looked at me and smiled bitterly, I nodded slightly, stood up too, and went into the kitchen to serve dumplings.

The dumplings come up, steaming with a special fragrance. I had a good appetite, but I was disturbed by Zhang Dengqiang's sudden visit. I think I have always been a broad-minded person, and I have repeatedly tolerated Zhang Dengqiang. But this guy doesn't seem to know how to lift, and he tries to dig into my corner again and again to rob my woman. What's even more infuriating is that when I lurked into the organization to perform a mission, Zhang Dengqiang also ran to Yumu's place to dismantle my platform, wanting to use Yumu's mother to put pressure on Yumeng and break up with me.

Today, I'm going to get to know this thick-skinned lieutenant colonel's secretary to the extreme!

Zhang Dengqiang sat down across from us, and Yumeng and I ignored him, he seemed a little reserved, and began to try to take the initiative to smile to relieve the awkward atmosphere. Yu's mother was busy going to the kitchen to do the aftermath, and the living room seemed particularly quiet. Zhang Dengqiang coughed lightly, and seeing that we still didn't want to pay attention to him, he actually stretched out his two fingers and pinched a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth: I'll try it first! The dumplings made by my aunt are fragrant! I can't control it, and the gluttony is about to flow out!

You Mengqiao frowned, leaned forward slightly, and asked Zhang Dengqiangxingshi: You haven't eaten for a few days, as for being so unproductive?

When the dumplings came to his mouth, of course, he couldn't put them back in the dumpling plate, so he could only stuff them into his mouth, swallow them, and stretch out his two hands to flip them up and down with self-deprecation: Washed! Look, look! Clean! Perhaps he was worried that You Meng would continue to criticize him, so he quickly changed the topic again, and exaggeratedly praised: fragrant, really fragrant. It's delicious.

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