In the hall on the first floor of the farm's newly built restaurant, Feng Jiabao and the villagers are making zongzi.

Pick up two soaked reed leaves, fold them on both sides, the reed leaves form the shape of a triangular bucket, put the glutinous rice filling into the "triangular bucket", compact, and then fold the reed leaves, seal the mouth, tie it with a reed leaf rope, and wrap a zongzi.

"Giggles~You didn't pack it right~" Feng Jiabao said with a soft smile.

Master Lu's thick palm pinched the delicate reed leaves, and finally tied the knot, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the reed leaves jumped out of the way and scattered all the glutinous rice and red dates inside.

Master Lu was holding a messy rice dumpling, and his hands and feet were ......

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