Half an hour later, Shang Qian opened her eyes on time, she had a strong sense of time, and now she was hungry, so it was a little difficult to fall asleep for a while.

Take off your pajamas and put on a plush sweatshirt and a pink puffer jacket with shorts. pants, she wore a pair of fleece jeans.

In winter, Shang Qian doesn't like to wear too many clothes on his body, and it is inconvenient to move.

Usually, if Long Jingze is there, monitor her dressing, and she will reluctantly wear an extra sweater to go in.

If she doesn't go out today, plus the man isn't here, hey, she'll dress according to her own ideas~

Brush your teeth, wash your face, and do some basic skincare work. The hair is tied in a ponytail at random, and there is a little laziness in the brightness.

stepped on the wool slippers and stumbled downstairs.

At the top of the stairs, she seemed to smell the aroma of dumplings, she was so hungry~

In the kitchen, Long Jingze, who was wearing home clothes, tied an apron in front of him, and there were some white flour stained on the cuffs of the rolled up, which should have been accidentally rubbed on the dumpling skin just now.

His thin lips were pursed, and his eyes kept staring at the dumplings in the pot, and it was estimated that the time should be almost up.

The hair is no longer as sharp as before, and the inch head that is always erected feels a little collapsed.

Less majesty, more gentleness.

Shang Qian jumped over, there was still unused dough on the cutting board next to him, and the bowl contained dumpling filling, which was also leftover.

I don't want to waste these things, but it's also a dumpling filling that is kneaded and stomped.

Shang Qian tried to break a small dough and smooth it with a rolling pin.

Ping is flat, however, it is not round and somewhat odd-shaped.

No matter what, she fills the stuffing first.

Maybe he was hungry, looking at the fragrant filling, Shang Qian swallowed his saliva, scooped a lot with a spoon and put it on the dumpling skin.

As a result, when wrapping, the dumpling skin was broken, and the oil in the filling flowed into her hand, greasy and sticky.

"Eh!" She exclaimed.

Long Jingze snatched the miserable dumplings from her hand, threw them into the pot casually, and brought a clean towel for her to wipe her hands.

"Why are you throwing it in the pot, my failed product, I really don't have an eye."

"Use it as a soup stock." Shang Qian took a look into the pot, and the filling was directly fused with the soup, and the fragrance was even stronger......

This method is good and does not waste food.

"You...... Can't make dumplings? Long Jingze asked tentatively.

Shang Qian replied honestly: "No." ”

Xiang Long Jingze's original ecological dumpling skin, few people can grind it now, most of them want to eat dumplings, they all go directly to the supermarket to buy ready-made, and cook it directly when they come back, it's not so troublesome.

In the Shang family, Mrs. Shang can grind dumpling skins, but neither she nor Tong Li can grind.

I didn't expect Long Jingze, who has been in the army all the year round, to grind dumpling skins, and the wrapping is also very good.

"Brother Jing, as long as you are at home and follow you, I will not starve to death." This chef, she's going to hold on.

"What kind of words are this, I won't be at home in the future, and I can still raise you fat, do you believe it or not?"

"I don't want to be fat, people want to be slim."

Long Jingze pinched Shang Qian's slender waist, "It's already very slim." ”