Luo Xiaoqian followed him into the kitchen, only to see Leng Zimo turning off the gas stove switch, and there were water stains everywhere on the stove and the ground, among which there were a few dumplings dotted with them.

In the corner of the kitchen cabinet, a pot lid is lying.

Obviously, the loud bang just now was the sound of the pot lid falling to the ground.

"Actually, everyone has this kind of time, and so do I!" Leng Zimo shrugged his shoulders self-deprecatingly, bent down to pick up the lid of the pot on the ground, "It seems that your supper is going to change the show tonight." ”

When she came in just now, he was cooking dumplings, and because of her confession, he completely forgot about it, and the water and dumplings overflowed, and the lid of the pot was removed.

Luo Xiaoqian glanced around, her eyes swept over the flour scattered on the kitchen cabinet and the remaining fillings on the board, and fell on Leng Zimo.

Although he wore an apron, his black shirt and trousers had obvious flour stains, and his palms were covered with flour.

Dumplings are a kind of food, the content of jishu is too high, after all, it is the first time he has made it, and one of his two hands is injured, and it took more than an hour to just live the noodles.

"You made these dumplings?"

"It's easy to make stuffing, but it's really troublesome."

Leng Zimo took the broom from the corner of the kitchen and prepared to clean it.

“biedong！” Luo Xiaoqian screamed urgently, and the person rushed in, took an empty bowl from the table, and carefully picked up the fallen dumplings into the bowl one by one.

"It's dirty, don't eat it."

Leng Zimo reached out to grab the bowl, and Luo Xiaoqian turned around and hid the bowl behind her.

"I want to eat!"

Leng Zimo shrugged his shoulders, and his tone was doting helplessness, "Then you at least rinse it with water?" ”

Walking to the faucet, Luo Xiaoqian washed the dumplings in the bowl with water, and Leng Zimo handed over a pair of chopsticks.

Picking up one and putting it in her mouth, Luo Xiaoqian chewed slowly, the skin was a little thick, but the filling tasted very authentic, and it was even more delicious than what she did.

"You also mixed the stuffing?" She asked curiously.

Leng Zimo frowned, "Is it the taste wrong, I went to Chinatown Dumpling City to ask the chef, and it was completely according to the ratio, didn't you, forgot something?" ”

Luo Xiaoqian's nose suddenly became sour.

In order to help her make a dumpling, he has to go through such a lot of trouble?!

She simply couldn't imagine how he could do it with just one hand.

"So unpalatable?!" Leng Zimo looked at her expression and leaned over suspiciously, "I'll try it." ”

"Don't think about it, it's all mine!" Luo Xiaoqian stuffed another one into her mouth, and then put one to his mouth, "For the sake of you who are about to turn yourself into dumplings, I will reward you with one!" ”

Leng Zimo took the dumplings, chewed them, and tasted them unceremoniously, "The skin is too thick, the noodles are too hard, the filling is average, and it is boiled big, and it really failed!" ”

Luo Xiaoqian immediately retorted, "Nonsense, this is the best dumpling I've ever tasted." ”

"You're emotional." Leng Zimo said.

"No, whether the thing is delicious or not, the key depends on the mood, the mood is good, no matter how bad it is, it is delicious, and if the mood is bad, no matter how delicious it is, it will not be delicious......"

"So, it's really unpalatable?"

"I didn't mean that, I mean ......"

"I'm kidding you." Leng Zi Molang laughed, raised his hand to wipe the flour on her face that was rubbed by him, "If you're full, go take a bath, you're about to turn into dumplings now!" ”

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