Cheng Yelan walked to Zhuo Yang's side and hugged him directly, the latter had already seen him coming, but at this time he had a "cold" expression, "Are you willing to part with your teacher?" ”

"Reluctantly," Cheng Yelan smiled and pinched his face, "But it doesn't mean that I can't be separated from him, because I want to come and see you." ”

Zhuo Yang snorted at the sky, in fact, he was quite happy in his heart.

Cheng Yelan chatted with him, but there was an indescribable emotion in his heart, because he couldn't tell him a fact.

Falling in love with a girl is different from a girl, Cheng Yelan doesn't know if Ah Yang can accept it, so she can only keep concealing it, in fact, she doesn't have no regrets in her heart. In the same way, he couldn't tell his father or any of his relatives, and even if they wouldn't mind him, he wouldn't be able to accept the question alone.

I really don't know when he will be able to hold that person's hand generously and tell everyone that this is his lover.

Since then, Cheng Yelan has often gone back to find Ayang during his time, and he will be with him for lunch, after all, he can't make the "buddy" too sad, but his wife has expressed her dissatisfaction once, and there is nothing to do when he kisses her.

What Cheng Yelan is looking forward to the most is going to his grandmother's house to eat dumplings on Thursday, and what is more depressing is that the eighth class that day is physical work, and he is really reluctant to run out of school without class.

Song Qiguang said that it is very simple, you can take half a class, and then you can go home.

The girls in their class always say that Song Qiguang's girl is so good at playing ball and so good at stealing the limelight, all the girls are attracted to him, so they don't want to play with him!

Cheng Yelan used to spend very little time with Song Qiguang in physical activity classes, and he played football or basketball with his classmates, but this time he found the person directly after the disbandment, "Let's play basketball together." ”

"Okay." Song Qiguang naturally would not refuse.

The two of them came to a spare basketball hoop together, and Cheng Yelan picked up a racket, "Do you remember that you said you would teach me to play basketball?" ”

"I remember," Song Qiguang also picked up a ball, jumped up and threw it, and the ball went straight into the basket, "but I also remember that I was taught during the holidays." ”

Cheng Yelan wanted to give him a hug because of the ball skills he showed, and he wanted to punch him in the face because of what he said.

Holding back his anger, he also threw the ball, which as expected, smashed into the basket and bounced off, "I can tell you, it's not long before the holidays, and you're going to fulfill your promise soon." ”

"You also know that it's not long before the holiday," Song Qiguang picked up the ball that ran away, "That means that there is not long before the final exam, and you must be okay with the goal your father set for you, what about yourself?" Do you think you're satisfied with getting into the top 30 in your class? ”

"......" Cheng Yelan blinked, came to him with another ball, and asked with some hesitation, "You mean I should work hard to get a higher ranking?" But I don't have to, I've told you everything......"

Speaking of this, he stopped, because he thought of the future, and in more than a year, they would be separated, and they would have to wait at least half a year to meet again.

"You're saying you're going straight abroad, aren't you?" Song Qiguang threw the ball again, "But now there are many good universities that require exam results, and if you can't meet the requirements, you won't be able to go in." ”

Cheng Yelan didn't answer, he suddenly had an idea in his heart, and the matter of going abroad didn't seem to be so ......

Twenty minutes later, the two walked to the garage, and Cheng Yelan said with great interest, "Do you know? I should only eat dumplings once a year, and my grandmother will come to my house during the Chinese New Year, and she will make them, which is usually not made by my chef at all. Hey no, why did grandma think of inviting me to eat dumplings? ”

"Because she thinks that there should be a lot of various styles of dishes you usually eat, but the number of dumplings must not be very many, so she wants to give you a taste." Song Qiguang said.

"Oh, then I'm in for a treat." The eldest lady's saliva has come to her mouth.

"And you know, my grandmother made it clear that she wouldn't let me help, that she did all the work alone, and that hasn't happened in years."

Cheng Yelan's "......" was flattered......

When they got home, the two saw that their grandmother was already busy in the kitchen, and there was a small pot of depression on the case.

Of course, he has never done any work himself, including the process of "wrapping" at the end, but he has heard his grandmother say that if dumplings want to be delicious, even the first step and noodles are very important.

Now grandma is rolling the dough with one hand, and the other hand is turning the agent underneath, and the movements of both hands are very fast, and soon a dough is rolled out, and it is still quite beautiful and round.

"Grandma," Song Qiguang entered the door, "Yelan is here." ”

"Yelan is here," Grandma kept working on her hands, but turned back and beckoned, "Grandma will be ready soon, we will eat in half an hour at most!" ”

"Grandma, let's help you." Cheng Yelan couldn't bear to say.

Before grandma could answer, Song Qiguang said on the side, "My grandma wants to give you a bag with her own hands, this treatment is only available among the distinguished guests, you see that this trap is also adjusted by my grandma herself, and her craftsmanship is at least ten times better than mine." ”

"Xiaoguang, you take Yelan into the house." Grandma said to Song Qiguang.

"Okay, let's go." Song Qiguang took Cheng Yelan's arm and entered the house.

"I say," the eldest lady glanced at the door and said in a low voice, "are you embarrassed to let the old man work outside by himself, and the two of us will go up to the house to hide and relax?" ”

Song Qiguang turned on the TV and looked at him playfully, "Do you know how to make dumplings?" ”

Cheng Yelan"...... No. ”

"Then you say it yourself, even if you're allowed to be outside, what can you do but mess around and stand there and watch?"

…… Hey my temper!

Cheng Yelan strode over to the man, grabbed the remote control and threw it aside, and sat down beside him, "Don't you know, you go and help grandma!" ”

"Then you see," Song Qiguang spread his hands speechlessly, "You don't have to use me yet, since you can't help, I advise you not to express your opinion, and it's up to me to decide what I want to do." ”

"You ......" Miss Cheng really had nothing to say, got up and sat on a chair far away from him.

Song Qiguang took back the remote control, looked at the man's angry appearance and smiled in his heart, but still walked over and gently held his hand, "Okay, if my grandma wants to invite you to eat, you can give her a chance to invite, you won't be tired of doing such a little work, but I will go out from time to time to have a look, let her leave a little skin, and then I will teach you how about making dumplings?" ”

Cheng Yelan glanced up at him, didn't speak, but his face was much better.

"Okay," Song Qiguang smiled and squeezed his hand, "Come and watch TV with me." ”

The two sat back on the sofa again, called "watching TV", Song Qiguang's eyes fell on the TV, which was not more than one-fifth of Cheng Yelan's face, and he didn't just move his eyes.

Of course, he did go out every few minutes to have a look, and then came back to greet Cheng Yelan, "Come out, grandma is almost done." ”

The eldest lady still had a little blush on her face, and her clothes were a little messy, so she had to tidy up in the mirror before going out.

Grandma had already put the pot on the stove and was boiling water, and at this time she stood by and watched them with interest. Song Qiguang stood in front of the board, holding a dumpling wrapper and putting it in his hand, "Come, come here." ”

The eldest lady walked up to him according to her words, took the skin like he did, and Song Qiguang scooped a little trap with a spoon, "This trap, you must not put too much, it will not be able to wrap it, but it can't be too little, because it will be very unpleasant when you eat it, so it's good to be moderate." ”

The trap is celery pork, Cheng Yelan stood far away and couldn't smell the taste, but the color was quite good-looking, and it was estimated that it would be delicious when wrapped in dumplings. He also tried to fill half a spoonful of the trap, and felt that "moderate" was really a rather emotional term.

He looked at the man, and the two seemed to be in a similar trap.

"Then it's time to start wrapping," Song Qiguang said as he demonstrated, "first pinch the opposite side, and then pinch both sides together in the middle, trying to make the middle part bulge." ”

He did it as he spoke, and after the words fell, a round dumpling was also wrapped, as beautiful as the ones made by grandma on the board, Cheng Yelan saw it with hot eyes, so he started it himself and folded the piece of skin on the side to the middle, why is my god so ugly?

Because a piece is missing on the right, this dumpling really looks like a disabled person.

"Go on, I'll see what you can wrap it up to." The expression on Song Qiguang's face was meaningful.

Cheng Yelan didn't know how to open the piece that was stuffed in, so he could only continue to wrap it hard, and the other side was stuffed like this, and then closed the other skins together, and after a few clicks, the skin that was closed in the middle was actually opened, and he pinched the middle and tried to close the skin on the right, and then he saw a little sink emerging from the gap vacated on the left......

Seeing on the side, Song Qi's bald head was about to shake into a rattle, this young lady is really using her life to interpret what it means to be "stupid", as for whether it is as stupid as her feet or stupider than her feet, I don't know......

He sighed and took the ...... from the man's hand What is this thing called, I took it, "Come on, don't wrap it, it's useless for you to learn this, go back to the house and rest." ”

Even Grandma couldn't help but look back and laugh, and the eldest lady stood there glaring at him for a few seconds before really washing her hands and going back to the house. Hmph, I really won't learn anymore, I will really let you do any work when I marry you in the future, don't say that I bullied you!

Cheng Yelan sat on the sofa watching TV, and it didn't take long for the person to walk in, "I've wrapped the rest of the dumplings, and my grandma has started steaming, and they will be ready to eat soon." ”

The eldest lady's expression was cold, and she didn't answer, but just took his hand down and threw it aside.

"......" Song Qiguang was about to speak, but his grandmother walked in, and he had to swallow his saliva and sit aside.

Grandma sat between the two and chatted with Cheng Yelan, the tone of the eldest lady's conversation with her grandmother naturally did not change, but she didn't look at Song Qiguang at a glance, and then the dumplings were steamed, and grandma took Cheng Yelan's hand to the kitchen, Song Qiguang had already turned off the fire and opened the dumplings on the plate, it was really a hot and strong fragrance that rushed directly into her nose, and the eldest lady felt that she hadn't eaten well for thousands of years.

The dumplings were brought to the table, Cheng Yelan forcibly controlled the urge to get started directly, and the person brought the bowls and chopsticks and soy sauce and vinegar again, "You can take it yourself which one you want." ”

"Let's eat Yelan and try grandma's craftsmanship." Grandma saw that the child's eyes were already glowing green, and said with a forced smile.

"Thank you, Grandma!" Cheng Yelan finished holding the bowl and chopsticks to hold the dumplings in a second, and the hot air on his face made him unable to eat, so he had to take a small bite, but he immediately shouted, "It's so delicious!" ”

The skin of the dumplings is very chewy and chewy, Cheng Yelan has not eaten it yet, but he has tasted a little soup inside, but it is already very delicious, not salty or light, it is conceivable that the taste of the trap must be more attractive than this.

"Eat more if it's delicious, and you're welcome!"

Cheng Yelan didn't intend to be polite, or that he ate too high, and he didn't have time to be polite, and when the temperature of the dumplings reached the range that could be adapted, he didn't think about anything, and when he ate it with the skin in his mouth, he felt like he was riding a rocket and went straight to the sky.

Grandma hasn't stopped laughing since she sat down at the dinner table, and then she already wanted to pat the kid on the back and let him eat slowly, if it's not enough, Song Qiguang can only take care of himself, I don't know how many years after eating this time, I don't know how many years will I have to wait until next time, but I have to enjoy it.

In fact, he personally thinks that dumplings will be more delicious if they are dipped in vinegar.

Cheng Yelan reluctantly put down the bowl this time when he couldn't eat anymore, feeling that he could not eat for thousands of years, grandma asked him with a smile if he was full, he said that he was full, but when he wanted to stand up, his legs were weak and he sat back, because his stomach was so heavy that his legs were unable to support it......

"That, Xiaoguang, you help Yelan back to the house to rest for a while, and then you go out for a walk, just brush the bowl grandma."

"Okay." Song Qiguang came over to help Cheng Yelan get up, and as soon as the eldest lady entered the room, she shook off his hand again, sat down on the sofa by herself, and gently rubbed her abdomen.

Song Qiguang sat beside him very helplessly, "Are you still angry with me?" ”

Cheng Yelan's hand continued to move, and he didn't even give him a look.

"How long will it take for you or do you want me to do something before you will forgive me?"

......: "You disappeared from my presence, I can consider forgiving you."

Song Qiguang didn't get a reply after saying a few words, so he went out to help his grandmother wash the dishes, so it was better to let his grandmother go in and chat with him.

After resting in the house for twenty minutes, Cheng Yelan was kicked out by his grandmother to take a walk and eat, he ate a lot today, and it would be very bad for his health if he didn't walk.

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