Shen Mo was speechless for a long time.

No wonder the uncle said that there was no movement for a long time, according to this method, he may not be able to make a dish until it gets dark.

He dried his hands, threw the tissue into the trash, and asked Father Shen, "What are you going to do now?" ”

"Shrimp dumplings." Father Shen put his rolled dough in front of him, quite complacent, "I didn't expect that I seem to have some talent for making pasta, you see this thickness is not very uniform?" ”

Shen Mo didn't answer, silently took a piece of dough, dug a small spoonful of filling into it, closed both sides of the dough, pinched it tightly, and asked Shen's father again: "How many are the packs?" ”

Father Shen said, "Two." ”

"......" Shen Mo's movements in his hand froze, and after the strength passed, the filling leaked out of the dough.

Shen Mo felt that this was not preparing dinner for them, but self-absorption.

Just like in the past, his father would taste a kind of tea, study the life of the tea tree by the way, read a poem, and travel to the place where the poet grew up, in short, the experience is greater than the result, so now, probably experiencing life in the kitchen.

Father Shen carefully held the two dumplings he had wrapped in his palms and showed them them.

Bai Youwei seemed to be possessed by something, and covered her heart and exclaimed, "Oh my God...... So exquisite! The size and shape are all exactly the same, and even the pleats are so beautiful! Uncle, are you really making dumplings for the first time? It's so beautifully wrapped, I can't even bear to eat it! ”

Father Shen put down the dumplings with a smile, "It's still slow, no matter how beautiful it is, if you can't eat it, it won't help." ”

It's a bit self-aware.

Shen Mo silently made dumplings, extremely fast, took the dough, filled the filling, closed with one hand, pinched the edge with the other, and a dumpling was wrapped.

Of course, the appearance cannot be compared with the two dumplings that Shen's father "carved", but it is better than efficiency.

"I'll roll out some dough again, and you two wrap it first." Father Shen gave up his place to the two of them and turned around to get noodles.

Shen Mo and Bai Youwei sat together making dumplings.

Most of them are Shen Mo Bao.

Bai Youwei wrapped it fairly decently at first, but then gradually became casual, sometimes adding a pair of ears, sometimes pinching out her tail, and in the end, she couldn't tell whether she was wrapping dumplings or buns, or something else.

Shen Mo tapped her nose with flour and teased: "Didn't you play enough with mud when you were a child? ”

"I haven't played enough, I haven't played at all, have I?" Bai Youwei pinched out four little feet for the dumplings in her hand, and said matter-of-factly, "I want to wrap it a little specially, so that when you eat it, you can recognize which dumplings I made." ”

Shen Mo smiled, "It's hard to recognize it." ”

Bai Youwei asked curiously: "You wrapped it so fast, did you learn it before?" ”

"I didn't study it on purpose." Shen Mo said while wrapping it, "In the past, in the army, there would be some party shows during the New Year's holidays, and organizing everyone to make dumplings together can be regarded as an activity to enhance team friendship." ”

He paused and whispered, "Count, I grew up next to my grandfather, this is the first time...... I saw my dad preparing dinner. ”

"My dad can cook, and I have the impression that the cooking skills are quite good, and they are better than the nanny." Bai Youwei recalled, "But since I became lame, he doesn't seem to have cooked for me again, and during that time, he and my mother quarreled every day, and they moved out after arguing, and never came back." ”

Shen Mo stopped, looked at her face, and asked softly, "Did you miss them?" ”

Bai Youwei shook her head, "I thought about it for the first few years, but now it's faded ......"

Shen Mo gently rubbed her head.

Bai Youwei smiled and clapped his hands: "I hate it, the flour is on my head!" ”

Shen Mo said: "That's what you got when you were making dumplings just now." ”

"You still don't admit it!" Bai Youwei also made flour on him.

The two got into a fight in the kitchen.

They were frolicking, and there was a commotion outside.

I don't know who suddenly shouted: "Bai Youwei!! ”

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