Xuan Menglei looked at the time, and it would be too late if she didn't make dumplings, so she went into the kitchen again.

Fortunately, the preparation was almost done just now, and now I only need to roll out the dough and make dumplings.

Xuan Menglei's speed was very fast, and Zhuo Yi, who was watching from the sidelines, never thought that Xuan Menglei could roll out the dumpling wrappers so quickly, just like a professional.

"Will it be packed?" Xuan Menglei asked Zhuo Yi when she rolled out several dumpling skins, mainly because she saw that Zhuo Yi had been standing there looking at her, and she was very awkward.

"No, but you can try."

"Then try it, wash your hands first." Xuan Menglei continued to roll the dumpling skin, and after Zhuo Yi washed his hands, he took a dumpling wrapper and made a little filling, and then he gestured there for a long time.

It wasn't until Xuan Menglei rolled out all the prepared agents into skins that Zhuo Yi's first dumpling was wrapped.

This dumpling...... All right! I can only barely say it's a dumpling, it looks like a child's fist, it's cute, it doesn't feel like that's the case, it's right to say that he's wrapping it, it's already very good that this first bag can seal the mouth.

"My bag is so ugly."

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

Then Xuan Menglei took two pieces of dough and handed one to Zhuo Yi, and then began to teach Zhuo Yi how to make dumplings.

After Xuan Menglei's guidance, Zhuo Yi really looked like a dumpling, as long as he didn't compare it with Xuan Menglei's, he could see that this was a dumpling.

In this way, the two wrapped dumplings at different speeds, which is also a unique mood.

Zhuo Yi wrapped the dumplings seriously, and he didn't know when he put flour on his face, he was so cute, not at all like a person who was almost thirty.

When Zhuo Yi saw Xuan Menglei looking at him all the time and laughing, he realized that he probably had flour on his face, so he also made flour on Xuan Menglei's face as a prank.

"Why are you so bad?" Xuan Menglei wanted to wipe the flour that Zhuo Yi had on her face, but her hands were also full of flour, and she didn't dare to wipe it if she wanted to, for fear that her face would get more on her face, so she could only be coquettish to Zhuo Yi.

That demeanor simply fascinated Zhuo Yi, such a little woman-like Xuan Menglei, in addition to seeing it in Xuan Menglei's play, it was the first time I saw it in real life, Zhuo Yi's whole heart was beating very hard.

"Okay, stop playing, it's almost time, let's start cooking dumplings."

Xuan Menglei saw that Zhuo Yi's eyes were too enthusiastic when she looked at her, so she reacted that her anger just now was too inconsistent with herself, so she immediately changed the topic.

Fortunately, her hands and feet were fast, the dumplings were almost wrapped, and after looking at the time, the dumplings were ready at 11:53.

The time is just right, and I can eat from this year to next year, and complete the meaning of dumplings "Jiaozi".

At twelve o'clock, the community obviously became lively, and at this time, even if you don't look at the time, you can know that the new year is coming.

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!"

Xuan Menglei and Zhuo Yi touched each other with wine glasses and sent blessings to each other.

The prompt of the mobile phone text message kept sounding, and the two of them didn't care about it at this time, after all, this was their first time celebrating the New Year together, how could they have so much time to deal with other people.

The fruit wine is really a little intoxicating, Xuan Menglei's face is now red, with a little confusion in her eyes, looking at Zhuo Yi who was with her, she doesn't know if it's the effect of alcohol or the feeling in her heart can't be suppressed, and tears flow uncontrollably.