Xiao Li didn't grow up beside Feng Ling when she was a child, and Feng Ling never told her these things, but she knew that it was just because Feng Ling didn't want Xiao Li to grow up in the opera troupe and be looked down upon.

Even so, Xiao Li still fought with others for this.

At that time, whenever he was injured, Feng Ling would not ask the reason, but just cooked a bowl of dumplings for him with his own hands, and then smiled and watched him finish eating.

When Xiao Li was sixteen years old, he was led back to the Overseer's Mansion by the Overseers, and Feng Ling locked herself in her room for three days, without eating, drinking, or sleeping, until she finally walked out of the room, and said to herself with a lonely and haggard face that she wanted to leave Wucheng - that was the first time she had seen Feng Ling look indescribable.

At that time, Feng Siniang couldn't fully understand how much determination and courage it took to make such a decision - it was clear that Feng Ling loved her child so much, but because of this love, she had to force herself to go away.

On the day she left Wucheng, Feng Ling finally wrapped a bowl of dumplings for Xiao Li, sent someone to send them to the Overseer's Mansion, and then took Feng Ling's team to the north without looking back.

This time, he never came back, and he never came back.

Now hearing Xiao Li suddenly mention that she wants to eat dumplings, Feng Siniang couldn't help but have a sour eye, almost crying, and said with a stiff smile for a long time: "Sanshao ......" I wanted to joke and slow down my emotions, but I only shouted a sentence of Sanshao, and I couldn't speak anymore, the tears in my eyes fell by myself, she had to turn around quickly, wiped away her tears with her sleeves, and said in a cover-up: "They all said don't stand under the eaves, the ashes are blinded......" and was afraid that the two would notice, so they hurriedly added, "I'll go buy meat and vegetables, let's ...... Make dumplings! ”

Zheng Qingyun didn't know the reason, but she also noticed the sadness in Feng Siniang's eyes when she heard Xiao Li say that - the only person who could make her cry when she shed tears was the only one who could make her cry......

Seeing that the atmosphere that was good just now suddenly became like this, Zheng Qingyun was also a little at a loss, so he had to pretend to be cheerful and said with a smile: "I just saw that there are all kinds of utensils in the kitchen, since Siniang is going to buy vegetables, let's go and prepare firewood!" ”

Seeing that Xiao Li didn't react, he was anxious, and reached out and pulled his sleeve.

Xiao Li didn't mean to make people sad, he just said it casually, but he didn't want to get such a reaction from Feng Siniang, so that all the speculations in his heart became reality - he was even a little confused, how to react at this time? Should we cry bitterly, or should we be angry? Or do you live your life with guilt for your mother?

Just when he was distracted, he felt that his sleeve was being pulled, and he couldn't help but look over, and it happened to see Zheng Qingyun looking at his eyes, his eyes were clear, clean, and full of worry.

Such a look strangely made the dryness in his heart gradually subside, he tried to sort out his emotions, and said slowly: "The kitchen is on the west side, there is a well there, I'll go get some water." With that, he took the lead and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Zheng Qingyun hurriedly pulled Feng Siniang and whispered: "The eldest sister doesn't want to see us feel sorry for her!" ”

Feng Siniang was shocked, glanced back at Zheng Qingyun, nodded for a long time, and pulled out a very shallow smile, "Thank you, Qingyun." ”

Zheng Qingyun grinned, turned Feng Siniang around, and pushed towards the outside of the courtyard, "Go quickly, my good sister, you won't be able to buy fresh meat if it's too late!" ”

This courtyard is only a dozen steps away from the street, Feng Siniang bought all the ingredients for making dumplings, and soon appeared in the kitchen, Zheng Zijin was boiling water at this time.

The pots and pans are all new, and they have to be boiled with boiling water before they can be used, Zheng Zijin is responsible for lighting a fire to boil water, and Xiao Li collects all the things that need to be washed together after lifting the water.

Wait until all the preparations are done before you can start rolling out the dough and chopping the stuffed dumplings.

Although it was the end of autumn, the weather was still a little hot at noon, and with the scorching next to the fire, Zheng Qingyun soon broke out in a thin sweat.

Xiao Li watched her add firewood to the stove while wiping the sweat on her forehead with her sleeves, her face was burned red, her white fingers were stained with a lot of black smoke, and even a lot of sawdust fell on her clothes.

When all the preparations were done, Feng Siniang stared at the flour spread out in a nest shape on the board, but she made a mistake - she had never made dumplings, how should she make these dumplings? What should the dough become? Is it a little harder or a little softer? Or do you just make meatballs, wrap them in batter and cook them in the pot?

With so many questions pouring out at once, she couldn't help but rub the sun nest with a little headache, and then tried to mix the noodles while adding water, but for a while there was more water to add noodles, and for a while there was more noodles and more water, and she saw that the dough, which was originally only a pound of noodles, turned into a soft and sticky batter that was twice as big.

Feng Siniang held her hands in the batter, dumbfounded, and had to ask for help from Zheng Qingyun, who was still adding fire to the stove, "Qingyun, I'm ...... I can't live to meet ......."

Zheng Qingyun raised her eyes to look over, but saw that Feng Siniang's face and body were stained with a lot of flour, which looked very funny, she couldn't help laughing, stood up, and patted her clothes, "I'll come, just look at the fire......"

Feng Siniang nodded, stepped aside, washed her hands in the basin, and happened to watch Xiao Li chop meat on the board next to him - his face was full of murder, his eyes were vicious, the corners of his mouth were straight and straight, he held the knife in his left hand, raised it high, and then went down with a knife - the meat was broken, and the cutting board was also broken......

"Poof......" Feng Siniang laughed out loud without giving face, completely forgetting that she was also so embarrassed when she kneaded the dough just now, pointing at Xiao Li and laughing while intermittently saying, "Haha...... How did you...... Resemble...... Ha...... Hacking ......"

Xiao Li frowned, the expression on his face became even more ugly, he looked at the blade with cold light in his hand, and then looked at the cutting board that was broken in two and the meat that had turned into two, and raised the knife again, this time he raised it lower, and his strength was also reduced by a few points, and he was about to cut it down, but he heard Zheng Qingyun shouting: "Stop!" ”

It turned out that Zheng Qingyun, who was meeting just now, heard such a big movement between the two, turned around and looked at it, and couldn't help but sigh, these two guys are not worry-free! If you chop meat like him, you can't chop the chopping board to pieces!

Quickly stopped Xiao Li's next move, Zheng Qingyun kept kneading the dough with his subordinates, and said with a frowning eyebrows: "You better wait a moment to help make dumplings, I'll get this meat filling ......"

Xiao Li nodded stiffly with the knife, threw the kitchen knife on the board as if he was amnesty, and took a few steps back, with a respectful and distant expression, which made Feng Siniang laugh again.

Who would have thought that Xiao Li Xiao Sanshao, who was on the battlefield and killed people like hemp, would be afraid of chopping minced meat - oh, no, it's not that I'm afraid, but I can't chop, so I'm a little stage frightened.

Zheng Qingyun quickly kneaded the dough, covered it with a clean and moist gauze, picked up the knife, and began to chop the meat filling on the cutting board, which was only half of it: first cut the meat filling into small cubes, and then chop it up little by little.

For a while, there was a sound of "dong dong" in the kitchen, leaning on the side of the door, looking at Xiao Li, who was busy with Zheng Qingyun's busy figure, and unconsciously, the solemn expression on his face became softer, and the corners of his straight lips also rose slightly, like the warm sun after the ice floes turned into snow.

This kind of Xiao Li, Feng Siniang has not seen it for many years.