Qin family villa, kitchen.

The Qin family is planning to make dumplings.

Originally, Chang Su was in charge of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, so he gave Lao Zhang's daughter-in-law leave and let her and Lao Zhang go back to their hometown to visit relatives, but Chang Su suddenly had a small accident, and the Qin family had to rely on themselves to fill their stomachs on the first day of the new year.

There was a cutting board on the table, and there was a large piece of fine meat on the cutting board, Qin Xiaojin picked up the kitchen knife and stood on the piece of pork money, but as soon as he raised the kitchen knife, Professor Sang exclaimed: "Ozu Ozu, put it down, or grandma, if your hand is injured, how can it be good?" ”

"It's just a piece of meat, it won't be so careless." Qin Ozu muttered.

"How not? Look at Chang Su! The unanimous voices were Professor Sang, Qin Hu, Xiangqian and Gao Jinxian.

Professor Sang pouted, this line sounds familiar!

"Why, it's just a piece of meat." Seeing that the kitchen knife was taken away by Qin Hu, and the position of the butcher was also squeezed away by Qin Hu, Professor Sang sneered.

Bai He on the side looked at everyone and Qin Xiaojin, and couldn't help but feel that Qin Xiaojin was so pitiful, he didn't even have the freedom to chop pork.

Professor Sang snatched the kitchen knife and squeezed Qin Xiaojin away, but as soon as she raised the kitchen knife to the piece of pork, Qin Hu immediately stopped: "Mom, put it down, let it go, or I'll come, if your hand is injured, what's the matter?" ”

"Big sister, put it down, put it down, your hands are all playing the piano, what if you get hurt?" Xiang Xiang said with concern.

Qin Hu nodded: "Forward is right, just look at Chang Su." ”

"How not? Look at Chang Su! "It was Qin Xiaojin who gave the evidence loudly.

Professor Sang had a feeling of aggrieved that the knife that had been inserted was inserted back again, so he could only silently watch his daughter raise the kitchen knife against the piece of lean meat, but her daughter's actions were stopped again.

Xiang Xiang was chopping pork stuffing with a kitchen knife, chopping profusely, and there were beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, he inadvertently looked up and saw Xiang Qing, and couldn't help but say angrily: "It's all because you let Chang Su's hand hurt, otherwise would your father have used it so hard?" ”

Xiang Qing was speechless, why did he blame her directly? It wasn't she who cut the kitchen knife according to Chang Su's hand, and besides, Chang Su's injury was not serious at all-

When Xiang Qing walked into the kitchen, what he saw was also a harmonious scene: chopping pork forward, Gao Jinxian rolling dumpling skins, and others gathered around the table as an audience, all of them stared intently and looked quite seriously.

Xiang Qing: "......" said that he would come to eat, but he didn't expect to become a laborer.

Xiang Qing was so unashamed: "It must be that he was drunk last night and vomited the quilt." ”

"How do you know? Did you see it last night? He cast a sharp gaze forward, and the kitchen knife in his hand pointed straight at Qing.

"Dad, Chang Su is fine, he's washing the quilt."

Listening to Xiang Qing's words, everyone squinted their eyes: Early in the morning on the first day of the first lunar month, wash the quilt?

Scared to death, when did the parents become sharp-eyed?

Xiang Qingyi slipped away and fled, retracted his gaze with Gao Jinxian, sighed and continued to work.

Gao Jinxian also stopped her movements when she heard this, picked up a rolling pin and pointed at Xiang Qing, her forehead, cheeks, and nose were full of white flour, and she looked very bad: "Chang Su vomited the quilt in his room, how do you know Xiang Qing?" Could it be that you slept in the same room with him last night? ”

Xiang Qing was in a hurry, turned his head and left.

Gao Jinxian came to her senses, "Not to be a woman like your aunt, not to be a woman like your mother, but to be a woman like Grandma?" ”

"That's right, Grandma Xiang's makeup is the most beautiful," Qin Langhua reached out and touched some flour and applied it to his face, and called Qin Lang again, "Brother, you can help me put on the same makeup as Grandma Xiang, I have never seen this kind of makeup put on by Grandma Xiang, it's really beautiful!" ”

Gao Jinxian rolled the dumpling skin and said: "Little Langhua, don't be a person like your Aunt Xiangqing when you grow up, you will only make your parents angry, and you are not well-behaved at all." ”

Qin Langhua nodded: "When I grow up, I want to be a woman like Grandma." ”

The devil uses flour to make up! But looking at the sharp gaze handed over by Gao Jinxian, Bai He couldn't tell the truth.

"It's very good-looking, and it looks more virtuous than usual." Professor Sang stared at Gao Jinxian and smiled, touched some flour and applied it to his face.

Qin Lang stared at Gao Jinxian's face for a while, then reached out and touched some flour for Qin Langhua to mend on his forehead and nose.

At the same time, Qin Xiaojin also reached out and touched some flour and rubbed it on Bai He's face, Bai He exclaimed "ah", and hurriedly wiped his face, Qin Xiaojin showed an arrogant expression: "Do you think Aunt Xiang's makeup doesn't look good?" ”

Everyone was making a fuss, and Chang Su appeared, and he said, "Hey, are you making dumplings?" ”

Seeing Chang Su coming, everyone cared about his hands, and Xiang Xiang and Gao Jinxian did not forget to care about him washing the quilt, Chang Su was a little embarrassed.

"Mom-" Qin Hu was disgusted, and shouted "old naughty boy" in his heart, "old naughty boy" Professor Sang rubbed a handful of flour on her face, and said: "If you can also be virtuous, you should be able to give my son-in-law as New Year's money for the Chinese New Year next year, right?" ”

Qin Hu: "......" on the first day of the first month, my mother, a knife will kill you!

Both Xiangqian and Gao Jinxian were disappointed, it seemed that their daughter didn't have a room with Chang Su last night.

The two of them suddenly lost their energy, and they didn't want to work in an instant, but fortunately, Chang Su took over in time, he chopped the pork filling, and went to roll the dumpling skin, the whole process was like a wonderful performance, and everyone applauded again and again, and Qin Langhua was even more rainbow fart: "Uncle Chang is so handsome!" ”

"Xiang Qing said that you were drunk and vomited your quilt last night?" Forward gossip.

"Huh? No? Chang Su was inexplicable.

"Xiang Qing-" Xiang Xiang and Gao Jinxian howled at Xiang Qing like a pig: "Get out, get out!" ”

The sound of expulsion was so tragic that the Qin family who were watching were thrilled, and they couldn't help but wonder if Xiang Qing was raised.

Xiang Qing suddenly broke in: "Mom and Dad, I want to call Chang Su to come for you, but he is not washing the quilt anymore......" Xiang Qing paused, isn't Chang Su in front of him?

Seeing Xiang Qing who suddenly appeared, the rolling pin slipped from Chang Su's hand, his whole person was not good again, Mu Mu was stunned, he couldn't do any work and couldn't say anything-

Xiang Qingyi stomped his feet and rolled himself, Chang Su Yilin, recovered his spirits, only to see him pick up the kitchen knife again, cut carrots, green onions and mushrooms and other minced mushrooms into the meat, beat in eggs, and add salt, monosodium glutamate and other seasonings and stir evenly, and soon everyone began to make dumplings around the table.

In the middle of the table is placed a large pot of dumpling stuffing made by Chang Su, there is a small stack of dumpling skin stacked in front of everyone, learn from Chang Su's style to pick some meat filling with chopsticks and put it in the center of the dumpling skin, first put the dumpling skin together relatively together, and then pinch the dumpling skin layer by layer from left to right, after the last pleat is pinched, the corner edge is pinched tightly, so that the dumpling is completed.

Even Qin Langhua and Qin Lang are wrapped in dumplings in style.

Xiang Qing broke in again, and a dumpling that Chang Su was wrapping in his hand fell to the table and broke.

"Uncle Chang's dumplings-" Qin Langhua didn't have time to say the word "broken", but Qin Xiaojin covered his mouth in time-