Ai Qiaoqiao and Zhang Wu put down the steamed bun business at Niangniang Temple the next day, and specially brought things to help Ai Tiancheng clean the small courtyard in the west.

Even Zhang Wu's father brought some tools to help him rebuild the roof, and blocked the gate that was originally facing Lao Ai's compound and changed the direction.

In this way, Ai Tiancheng will no longer have to pass through the courtyard when he goes out, and he will no longer have to worry about looking at Ma's face.

Some villagers who are familiar with Ai Tiancheng in the village also send a pair of chopsticks to you, and I send a basin, all in the name of "warm pot".

At noon, Wen Wenhua also came, bringing a new mattress.

Ai Tiancheng shirked everything, but Wen Wenhua said that it was for Qiaoqiao's face.

Ai Tiancheng had no choice but to accept it.

Ai Qiaoqiao saw that Ai Tiancheng's clothes were not old, so she thought about waiting to go back and ask her mother to help make a few for her uncle.

The people who came were all diligent people, and soon the small courtyard was decent.

Ai Qiaoqiao also brought some flour and pork, and Zhang Wu got a few lotus roots.

"Let's make dumplings and eat them at noon." Ai Qiaoqiao proposed.

Zhang Wu raised his hands in agreement, "I've never eaten Qiaoqiaobao's dumplings." ”

"Then we'll make lotus root pork stuffed dumplings."

Everyone thought it was a novelty, and they had never eaten dumplings with this kind of filling.

There were more helpers to do a good job, Ai Qiaoqiao assigned the work, and everyone was willing to listen to her, so she quickly peeled a few lotus roots, cut them into thin slices, and soaked them in water to remove the lotus root powder.

Ai Qiaoqiao's knife skills are the best, so she finally cut the lotus root into shreds, and finally cut it into pieces.

Everyone knows how to adjust the pork filling, but there is a coincidence, and the errand of adjusting the filling will naturally fall on her.

Ai Qiaoqiao added chopped green onions, soy sauce, and a small amount of water to the pork, and asked Zhang Wu to stir in one direction, so that the meat could eat the water, and then added some oil, minced ginger and salt, and finally added the cut lotus root and mixed well.

The courtyard was lively and lively, and Ma Shi listened in the courtyard over there, gritting his teeth uncontrollably.

"It's just a dumpling, what's there to be happy about."

"It's like, like you've never seen the sky." Ai Qiaohua chimed in.

Ma scolded and scolded for a long time, but the courtyard was still lively, and she felt more and more depressed.

In the past, if she stood in the courtyard and scolded a few times, everyone in the family would become cautious, but now, as if all of a sudden, she lost control of everything.

From time to time, there was an exclamation in the western courtyard, "Oh my God, Qiaoqiao, how did you get this dumpling wrapper?" ”

"This color is so beautiful!"

"It's like a jade cabbage ......"

On the side of the courtyard, Ai Qiaohua pouted disdainfully, "Those who shout and scream are disgraced and die." ”

At this moment, she suddenly saw Ai Daquan walking out of the house with the quilt in his arms.

"Daquan, where are you going?"

Ai Daquan said timidly: "This is my father's quilt, I want to send it to him......"

"What to send, your father still lacks this quilt?" Ma Shi suddenly became angry, and scolded Huai Huai at Ai Daquan, "I have good food and good food to raise a white-eyed wolf, your father has eaten dumplings over there, you didn't listen, and I came over, I thought they would give you a mouthful, right, if you have this kung fu, you don't go to the room to turn over the dried grain...... If it's all rotten, it's up to you what you'll eat next year......"

Ai Tianquan had no choice but to put the quilt back and climb on the roof to dry the grain.

He stood tall and saw far away, and the situation in the western courtyard was really visible.

The small courtyard was lively, the kitchen was steaming, and Zhang Wu inhaled vigorously with the dipping sauce.

"Qiaoqiao, put more oil and peppers, this one smells so good."

Ai Qiaoqiao poked her head out of the small kitchen, "Then put more, anyway, the weather is cold, and it won't get hot when you eat." ”

Ai Daquan looked at the courtyard below while flipping through the grain.

Ai Tiancheng was talking to Zhang Wu's father, and he looked up with a smile on his face.

Laugh......

Ai Daquan only felt depressed in his heart, as if he couldn't breathe.

It's been a long time since he's seen his father smile.

Every day when he came back from the field after doing farm work, he was covered in mud and feet full of dirt, and he always saw a silent father.

Whether he was scolded by his grandmother or scolded by Qiu, he always kept his head down.

But now, he saw a father with an extremely relaxed expression, confidently raising his head.

"The dumplings are ready!" Ai Qiaoqiao shouted, "I'll send a plate to my master first, and you can continue to cook first." ”

Ai Daquan hurriedly climbed down from the roof, greeted Ai Qiaoqiao when he entered the door, and asked urgently: "Qiaoqiao, my father is ...... Do you blame me. ”

Ai Qiaoqiao smiled, "As long as you are good, he is willing to suffer a lot, so you can live a good life here." ”

As she spoke, she took the dumplings and staggered past him.

Ai Daquan pondered Ai Qiaoqiao's last sentence: Let him live a good life here...... How does this sound like some irony?

Will he really have a good life if he stays here?

Thinking of what he had just seen and the smile on his father's face, he couldn't help but regret it a little.

Maybe he should have been braver and stood with his father.

Ai Qiaoqiao took the dumplings and entered the upper room.

"Master, my uncle made dumplings over there, and I'll bring you a plate to taste."

Without waiting for Ai Mingshan to speak, Ai Qiaohua sneered: "It's just such a plate, who can you send to eat." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao raised her eyebrows unceremoniously, "Sister-in-law, your gluttonous problem should also be changed, I sent dumplings for my grandfather to eat, my uncle didn't take a grain from home, didn't use a bowl of noodles at home, what do you want, let us wrap it, cook the dumplings, all send it to you, let you eat it full, and then keep the rest for you to eat hot next meal?" ”

Ai Qiaoqiao grabbed the white on the phone, so that Ai Qiaohua was speechless.

In the past, Ai Qiaoqiao would pretend to be well-behaved in front of Ai Mingshan and save some face for Ai Qiaohua, but today Ai Qiaoqiao has no intention of backing down at all.

"You...... What do you mean by that? Ai Qiaohua was ashamed and annoyed.

"What do you mean?" Ai Qiaoqiao blinked her eyes, "My sister-in-law really doesn't understand, I mean you are too greedy, and you have eaten fat recently, be careful that you can't wear the wedding dress when you get married, and Yuwen Gongzi doesn't want you." ”

"You, you ......" Ai Qiao looked down at her figure in a panic.

It is her only capital to be able to marry Yu Wenling, and she can't even lose this.

Ai Qiaoqiao pursed her lips and put the dumplings on the table, "Master, try it, this is filled with lotus root pork." ”

"Dad, you see Qiaoqiao her...... She bullied me! Ai Qiao wiped tears with flowers.

But Ai Mingshan didn't seem to hear it, and his full attention was on the plate of dumplings.

"Qiaoqiao...... This, this dumpling...... Who taught you? Ai Mingshan's eyes were full of surprise.

"Of course it's my dad." Ai Qiaoqiao smiled, "This is to use vegetable juice to dye the dough green, and then roll a strip of white flour inside, and the pressed dough is a dough cake with green on the outside and a white heart on the inside, and the dumplings wrapped out are like jade cabbage." As she spoke, she took her chopsticks and picked one up and put it in a small dish.

"I also made the juice of this dipping sauce, so if you don't like it, dip it less."

Ai Mingshan stared at the dumplings on the plate that were as crystal clear as jade cabbage, and was silent for a long time.

"Dad, Qiaoqiao, this dead girl bullied me!" Ai Qiaohua shouted again.

Ai Mingshan put the chopsticks down suddenly, and with a snap, Ai Qiaohua closed in fright.

"Qiaoqiao, do you want to participate in the world's freshest cooking competition next year?" Ai Mingshan suddenly burst out.