"Will you roll the dumpling skin?" Song Lingyue didn't refuse, she was so hungry now that she just wanted to eat lunch quickly.

Xiangling nodded heavily: "Yes, my mother taught me how to roll dumpling skins." ”

She looked down at the ingredients on the board, but her brows furrowed again: "However, are we going to eat dumplings at noon today?" ”

"No, let's eat steamed buns at noon today, delicious soup dumplings." Song Lingyue nodded Xiangling's nose and rubbed the flour on Xiangling's nose, and Xiangling hurriedly reached out to wipe it.

"Okay, hurry up and wash your hands and help Master roll out the dough." Song Lingyue urged Xiangling to wash her hands.

Qi Mo on the side was naturally embarrassed to be idle, and hurriedly asked Song Lingyue: "Then what can I do?" ”

"You ......" Song Lingyue thought for a moment, pointing to the half-cut cabbage on the board, "You can dispose of those cabbages." Be careful not to cut your hands. ”

Xiangling really knows how to roll out dumpling skins, and the rolled out skins are even and thin, but they are not the bun skins that Song Lingyue requested.

"Xiangling, this bun skin is different from the dumpling skin. The bun skin wants to be thick in the middle and thin on all sides, have you remembered? Song Lingyue took a rolling pin to show Xiangling, the white dough rotated and moved in Song Lingyue's hand, and after a while, the dough became round, and the leather edge seemed to be lace, forming a circle of folds.

Xiangling learned quickly, and it didn't take long for her to master the skills, and the rolled out dough was even more beautiful than Song Lingyue's.

Song Lingyue washed her hands and began to whip the minced meat and pork skin jelly together, and did not stop until the meat filling became sticky and sticky.

Scooped a large spoonful of the filling with a porcelain spoon and put it on the bun skin in the palm of his hand, and the index finger and thumb flexibly pinched the dough and moved, and soon one after another folds appeared on the originally white and flexible dough, and slowly wrapped the meat filling in his hand, and the first meat bun was born under Song Lingyue's skillful hands.

Xiangling looked at it and followed suit, but she couldn't learn to make buns in her hands anyway.

Song Lingyue asked her to spread the bun skin on the table first, then put the filling, holding the dough in one hand and kneading the pleats with the other hand to improve the success rate.

With the cooperation of such two hands, Xiangling also successfully wrapped her first bun.

Song Lingyue moved quickly, and after a while, she wrapped more than a dozen soup packets.

Put a drawer cloth in the steamer, put the soup packets on the steamer at a slight interval, and put the steamer in it when the water boils.

Song Lingyue, who had not used up the dough, rolled them together again and made them into hand-rolled noodles, and then set up superheated water, put salt, soy sauce and dried shrimp in it, put Qi Mo's cut cabbage into it, and added some soup left over from yesterday's red stewed pig's trotters.

As for those vermicelli, Song Lingyue kneaded them into a small ball, put green onions, ginger and garlic in the hot pot to stir-fry, then sprinkled a little minced meat, and then threw the soaked vermicelli into the pot and stir-fried, and finally sprinkled with soy sauce to get out of the pot.

The fried vermicelli with minced meat has just been done, and the cage drawer over there also exudes a charming aroma.

Song Lingyue motioned for Qi Mo to bring it out with the steamer, and she and Xiangling brought a bowl of green vegetable noodles and put it on the small table in front of the dining room.

The three of them sat down in their places in turn, and Song Lingyue took the lead in unveiling the steamer, revealing the true appearance of the soup dumplings inside.

The skin of the bun is extremely thin, and now after being steamed, it has a faint translucent texture, and the cage drawer shakes lightly, and you can vaguely see that there seems to be soup churning in the soup bag.

The aroma of wheat mixed with the smell of meat fills the air, and it is almost suffocating.

Qi Mo couldn't help but take the lead in picking up a soup dumpling, don't look at the skin of the bun is so thin, as if it is about to break if it is lightly clamped, but in fact, the skin is very tough, and it was successfully sandwiched into the small dish in front of him by Qi Mo.

Before Song Lingyue could open her mouth to teach Qi Mo how to eat, Qi Mo had already stuffed the soup bag into his mouth and bit it gently.

The hot soup immediately rolled out of the thin skin, shook Qi Mo's head straight, and hurriedly spit out the soup packet, stretched out his tongue and fanned the wind with his hand to cool down, and his mouth was still vague:

"Scald me!"

Song Lingyue couldn't help but burst out laughing, "I can't eat soup dumplings in this hurry." What are you in a hurry, I haven't even had time to tell you how to eat this soup dumpling, so you just stuffed the soup dumpling into your mouth. ”

Xiangling in the carriage over there was secretly glaring, fortunately she was one step slower, otherwise she would be half hot to death like Qi Mo.

Song Lingyue smiled lightly and explained to the two of them how to eat soup dumplings: "There is a recipe for eating soup dumplings, you see how I eat them." ”

After speaking, Song Lingyue stretched out her chopsticks to hold the soup packet, shook it gently, and slowly lifted the soup bag and put it on her plate, "This step is called slowly lifting, there is a lot of soup in the soup bag, if you are not careful, it will break the skin, and the taste will be greatly reduced." ”

"I'm afraid that the soup dumplings will be burned in the north, it's very simple, first open a window on the soup dumplings." Saying that, Song Lingyue gently broke the skin of the soup bag with her teeth, and then used chopsticks to pick up the soup bag, and the soup in the soup bag flowed out, just full of a soup spoon, Song Lingyue brought the soup spoon to her mouth to blow cold, and then slowly drank it, "Drink the soup later." ”

The originally round soup dumpling dried up immediately after the lack of soup, Song Lingyue took the balsamic vinegar and gently dripped a few drops on the broken skin where she bit it, and then picked up the soup dumpling and put it in her mouth.

"So you should know how to eat, right?" Song Lingyue elegantly finished eating a whole soup dumpling, without any embarrassment, which was in stark contrast to Qi Mo on the side.

Xiangling immediately learned, and used chopsticks to wrap a small hole in the soup on the plate, and the soup in it immediately gushed out, with a rich meat aroma and onion fragrance.

Xiangling drank the soup directly on the plate, dripped some vinegar, and blew it again before putting it in her mouth.

Qi Mo's tongue over there was still a little numb, but he couldn't resist the temptation of this soup dumpling, the scholar Song Lingyue looked like he carefully picked up another soup dumpling, bit it down, sucked the sweet and rich soup inside, and without waiting for vinegar, he stuffed the rest of the soup dumplings into his mouth.

Song Lingyue had already seen that Qi Mo didn't like sourness very much, and he didn't like to be jealous.

"If you don't put vinegar, you may get tired." Song Lingyue kindly reminded, but Qi Mo didn't seem to care about the question of whether he was greasy or not, because he had already stretched out his guilty hand to the third soup dumpling.

Xiangling only ate two, and after eating a small bowl of green vegetable noodles, she was already full.

Song Lingyue ate three soup dumplings and half a bowl of green vegetable noodles, and then watched Qi Mo eat all the remaining soup dumplings by himself.

"Is it that delicious?" Seeing Qi Mo eating so deliciously, Song Lingyue always had the illusion that she hadn't eaten anything just now.

"It's delicious." Qi Mo didn't even have his head too much, and was eating his sixth soup dumpling with his head down.

"If you like it, I'll make it for you later. If you continue to eat like this, I'm really worried that you'll have more food in your stomach. Song Lingyue poured Qi Mo a cup of hot tea.

When Qi Mo heard this, he stopped his chopsticks, took a sip of hot tea, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"You eat the most today, and the work of washing the dishes will be left to you, so it's time to exercise and eliminate your appetite." Song Lingyue patted Qi Mo's shoulder and stretched, "I'll go take a nap, Xiangling, you call me an hour later, is it okay?" ”

"Yes, Master." Xiangling responded obediently, but did not leave with Song Lingyue, but helped Qi Mo clean up the mess of dishes and chopsticks.

Song Lingyue had just taken off her coat and was about to take a nap under the quilt when a quick knock on the door came, and Song Lingyue knew that it was impossible for her to take a lunch break today.

Song Lingyue grabbed her clothes and put on them for a long time and opened the door, since she opened the medical hall, she always didn't dare to sleep too much, lest a patient come to see the doctor, she didn't hear the sound.

Song Lingyue opened the door and saw that the person standing outside the door was none other than Aunt Li, who looked restless, and when Aunt Li saw Song Lingyue, it was immediately like seeing a savior.

"Aunt Li, why are you back? Didn't you say you could only come back in the evening? Aunt Zhang was born? Song Lingyue asked no one else, it was Zhang Chun'er.

As soon as Song Lingyue heard Zhang Chun'er's name, the nervous look on Aunt Li's face became even more obvious, and her lips trembled, as if fear was mixed with thick worry.

"What's wrong?" Song Lingyue Mingrui sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked Aunt Li.

Aunt Li asked Song Lingyue worriedly: "Lingyue, I know that you are a doctor and you are very good at gynecological diseases, but do you know how to give birth?" Chun'er had a seizure today, but she couldn't give birth to the child for most of the day, and I was about to die on the side. ”

"What's the matter, didn't Aunt Zhang's family invite her to be a stable woman?" Song Lingyue couldn't help frowning when she heard this.

"Please. But she just can't give birth now, those stable women are desperate to make her work hard, I see that she is sweating all over her head, but she just can't give birth! The more Aunt Li spoke, the more eager her tone became.

When Song Lingyue heard Aunt Li say this, she was also worried about Zhang Chun'er.

"Didn't you go to the doctor?" Song Lingyue asked Aunt Li while tying her clothes.

Aunt Li shook her head and nodded, her eyes full of worry.

"Did you invite or not?" Song Lingyue was anxious.

"I proposed to invite a doctor, but the mother-in-law of the Wang family refused to live or die, saying that a woman only needs Zhao Wenpo to give birth, so what doctor do you need to invite. also said that Chun'er had a very smooth birth of Brother Qiu last time, but now she can't give birth for half a day because she has forgotten the taste of being a mother. Aunt Li was worried.

Song Lingyue frowned and said angrily: "Why does Aunt Chun'er's mother-in-law speak like this?" There is no inevitable connection between the first child and the second child. Now in this kind of crisis, it is natural to invite Langzhong. Otherwise, if something happens, I'm afraid that adults and children won't be able to save it. Didn't Aunt Chun'er's husband agree to ask a doctor to come and see Aunt Chun'er? ”