The slightly wet and messy hair makes Mr. Fu look much younger than usual, and he looks a bit like a school-grass character in the university, which can arouse the hearts of a large number of girls in minutes.

After just one glance, Qin Feiyu quickly opened her eyes, she covered her heartbeat, and whispered a little unnaturally: "You watch TV for a while, I'll go to the pot after a while!" ”

When Fu Jingye saw this scene, his heart suddenly overflowed with a warm feeling, the kind of warmth and sweetness that belonged to home, full of the whole heart.

He remembers that when he was a child, his mother would make dumplings every Chinese New Year's Eve.

Fu Jingyao likes to eat pure meat, and what he likes to eat is the cabbage and mushrooms that Qin Feiyu is wrapping at the moment.

Looking at Qin Feiyu's skillful fingering, he suddenly spoke: "I'll pack it too!" ”

Qin Feiyu was stunned for a moment, and blurted out unconsciously, "Don't make a mess!" ”

Hearing this, Mr. Fu's face instantly pulled down.

Realizing what he said, Qin Feiyu opened his mouth, and finally changed his tone and asked, "Do you know how to pack?" ”

Fu Jingye pursed the corners of his lips and replied as a matter of course, "No." ”

"......" Qin Feiyu looked at him, blinking, not knowing what to say.

I thought, I can't pack, so what do you pack?

Fu Jingye seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and she raised her chin slightly arrogantly, and said very confidently, "Is there anything I can't learn?" ”

Harry, who was lying on the sofa and was playing with Nuo Nuo, heard it, "Wang" twice, and stretched out his head to look at it, as if he was suspicious of his master's words.

On this side, Qin Feiyu looked at his confident appearance and said helplessly: "If you want to try it, then take a look." ”

Fu Jingye hooked the corners of his lips, immediately sat on the chair next to Qin Feiyu, learned her movements, picked up a dumpling skin and put it in the palm of his hand, then picked up chopsticks, took a large piece of filling and put it in the middle of the dumpling skin.

The corners of Qin Feiyu's mouth twitched, and he quickly stopped him, and said helplessly angrily and funny: "How can you make dumplings like this, you put such a filling, the dumpling skin can't be wrapped, how can you pinch it for a while?" ”

Fu Jingye glanced at the dumpling wrapper with a large piece of filling in his palm, and said humbly, "How much should I put in that?" ”

After Qin Feiyu finished wrapping the dumpling in his hand, he took a dumpling skin again, picked up the chopsticks and picked out some meat filling and put it in the center of the dumpling skin, and said patiently while wrapping it demonstrately, "It's almost enough to put so much, if it's too little, there will be no filling, and if it's too much, it will rot when it's cooked." ”

Mr. Fu put the stuffing according to the method she taught, and then raised his head to look at her, "Then?" ”

Qin Feiyu slowly wrapped the dumplings one by one and showed him how to show them.

She taught the easiest way to make dumplings, and after Fu Jingye read it, he wrapped it very confidently, and after wrapping it, he put the dumplings in front of Qin Feiyu.

Qin Feiyu looked at it, a few black lines crossed his forehead, and he said with some embarrassment: "There is financial news you like to watch here, or ...... You might as well go watch TV! ”

Hearing this, Fu Jingye was unhappy, "My bag is ugly? ”

Qin Feiyu glanced at the things in front of him and said that dumplings are not like dumplings, and that buns are not like buns, and I especially want to ask Mr. Fu, where do you get the confidence to think that your buns look good?

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