Jin Bo had lunch at Ruge's house, during the lunch because of Jia'er's pistachio, the atmosphere was quite warm, and Jin Bo won the favor of all Ruge's family because of this outstanding performance. I was in a good mood, my appetite increased greatly, and the amount of food I ate was nearly half of what I usually did.

After eating lunch, Jin Bo said that he would help again in the afternoon, but Ruge's parents politely refused him and let him go home to rest after a tired morning. Jin Bo knew that Ruge's parents couldn't let him help anymore, so he said goodbye to Ruge's family and returned home humming a tune.

Today's harvest is very rich, and he has won the recognition of Ruge's family through his labor. He understood a truth: no matter how good it sounds, it is better to do something practical in a down-to-earth manner, and it will win the recognition of others.

Back at home, Jin Bo said hello to his parents and went to take a lunch break. He couldn't sleep with excitement, so he called Ruge. The call was made shortly:

"Hey, what's wrong? My dear. ”

"Are you busy?"

"No, we're taking a lunch break in the dorm upstairs."

"As soon as I went to your house this morning to deliver a Boxing gift, I cooked all the pork and mutton that I had sent over, and you could eat it when you went back. I cooked it myself, so you can try my handiwork. ”

"Really? So powerful! ”

"Hehe, because I'm greedy, I usually like to make my own food, so I have mastered some cooking skills."

"This hobby is good, I don't know anything about cooking, although I am greedy, I just don't have the desire to do it."

"It's okay, whatever you want to eat in the future, just say it, I'll make it for you."

"Really? My dear. ”

"Of course, a gentleman can't chase a horse."

"That's great, alas, it's not like I haven't practiced cooking, and the taste of the food I make is so unpalatable that I can't eat it myself."

"Haha, no one is perfect, if you are good at everything, how can others live?"

"That's right, then I won't force myself, haha."

"You're good enough, and in my heart you're the perfect goddess."

"Don't give you poverty, I have to rest for a while, there is quite a lot of work in the afternoon."

"Okay, then you can rest quickly, I will pick you up at the door of your unit at 6:30 in the evening and bring you a hot bean paste bag."

"Well, I can't wait to get it. Alright, I'm going to rest. ”

“ Bye bye”

“ Bye bye”

After talking to Ruge on the phone, Jin Bo's joyful mood began to calm down a little, and he slowly fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was already 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and he slept for more than three hours, and woke up refreshed. He stretched, went out for a walk, and found that his parents were busy making dumplings, so he went over to help.

"Son, or are you rolling the skin?" Jin Mu asked with a smile.

"Mom, I won't roll the skin today, you can teach me to make dumplings, ah, I want to learn how to make dumplings." Jin Bo said uncharacteristically.

"Okay, haven't you always been interested in rolling skin, how do you think of learning to make dumplings?" Jin Mumu asked suspiciously.

"I learn both, when I get married in the future, when I want to eat, can't I make my own dumplings?" Jin Bo asked his mother rhetorically.

"Good son, do it yourself. Clothed. Father Jin was very appreciative and said first.

"Okay, good, my son thinks quite long-term, and my mother supports you." Jin Mu said with a smile.

Jin's mother taught her son all the skills of making dumplings in the past few decades, and Jin Bo also learned quite seriously. He wants to make dumplings for Ruge to eat in the future, of course, he has to learn it solidly.

The first dumpling wrapped by Jin Bo is crooked, and he can't stand steadily, and the side is not as neat as you, and the soup of the filling flows out. Instead of being depressed, he humorously laughed at himself:

"It's ugly, but I think it should be delicious."

The second dumpling is like a lot, at least the soup of the filling does not flow out, the crooked one is not so bad, the third dumpling stands better, the fourth dumpling is completely standing, and the fifth dumpling is already decent. When making the 6th dumpling, Jin Bo seemed to have found a feeling, not only did he do it in one go, but the dumplings were already as good as his mother.

"That's good, you learned so fast, you've already been out of school, son, it seems that you have a lot of talent for cooking." Jinbo's mother praised without hesitation.

"I didn't expect you kid to learn faster than me, and we will rest assured that you will live alone in the future. At least I can't be hungry, and I can do whatever I want. Father Jin was also very pleased.

Jin Bo smiled in the face of his parents' praise. He also thinks that he is very talented in cooking, he learns everything quickly, and he is willing to delve into it, so he is much more interested than studying. Even if Ruge can't cook in the future, he feels that there is nothing, two people live together, and one person can, it is completely enough.

"By the way, Mom, heat a few more bean paste buns when cooking for a while, and I'll bring them to him when I pick up Ruge for a while, and cook a few more dumplings, so that she can taste your craftsmanship." Jin Bo thought of picking up Ruge for a while, and his heart was full of joy.

"Okay, let Ruge also taste our family, I'll make your bag when I get the dumplings in a while, that's the full heart." Jin Mu joked.

"Then I have to wrap it well to make the dumplings look good and delicious." When Jin Bo heard that his mother was going to make his own bag, he suddenly felt a little pressure, and it seemed that he had to practice again, and strive to make the most beautiful dumplings with thin skin and many fillings, so that Ruge was surprised.

Jin Bo practiced more seriously, striving for perfection in each package, constantly finding out problems and improving them. I don't know how many of them he wrapped, but his skills became more and more skillful, and the dumplings became more and more beautiful.

After a while, Jin Bo was finally satisfied, and he began to make dumplings for Ruge. He rolled the skins himself, and each skin was thin on the side and thick in the middle, and he rolled out 20 skins before he began to wrap them. Each one is wrapped so carefully and carefully, as if it is making a work of art, the filling is full, the mouth seal is tight, and a few small laces are pinched. The dumplings look like ingots with lace, and each one is round and cute.

Jin Bo wrapped 20 of these dumplings, and he boiled the water himself and cooked it carefully. I also pay attention when blanching, for fear of damaging the dumplings. After the dumplings rolled three times, they surfaced like living ingots, with full bellies and beautiful appearances. Jin Bo carefully fished them out of the grate, put them on a plate to dry, and tasted two, which were juicy and delicious, and he was very satisfied. When the dumplings were still hot, he poured the dumplings into the thermos bucket, covered them, and kept them warm.