Such a childish argument attracted Ah Fu, who had just come in from outside, to come over, and he happily circled around Chen Qingqiu's feet, trying to reach the flour and pumpkin on them, and from time to time he would say that he should talk to them.

In the end, Bai Mao snorted, still opened the phone for Chen Qingqiu, and held it up for her to see the steps below.

"Excuse me, flip down...... Add water and knead for 10 minutes, heat oil and fry ......"

Chen Qingqiu poured the cooled pumpkin into it, remembering the next process, and then nodded at the white grass.

"This one is fried, and I'll eat the first one."

Bai Mao, who thought he had helped a lot, put down his mobile phone and walked away arrogantly, even pulling Ah Fu who was making trouble in the kitchen.

Even the pumpkin that had been blown and cooled by the white grass was a little hot in the middle, which made Chen Qingqiu couldn't help but stick out his tongue. If Bai Mao hadn't stopped it early, her hand would definitely have burned off a layer of skin. After a long time, she can also figure out Bai Mao's temper a little bit - like a big child, but her mouth is bad but her heart is not bad.

The pumpkin and dough are mixed and kneaded softly, and the kitchen is filled with the smell of steamed and flour. Chen Qingqiu pulled out the dough with his hands, kneaded them into circles one by one, and lined them up on the board, sweating a little on his forehead - there was still fried oil left.

She took off her green sweater and put it on the couch. Bai Mao was sitting on the sofa watching a food program, and the braised pork in the program was shiny and looked delicious. Bai Mao glanced at her:

"Done?"

"There's one last step."

She tied the plain apron in the kitchen, Bai Mao turned back to watch TV, and Ah Fu under the sofa, staring at the braised pork with four eyes shining.

The oil pot was hot, and the bubbles were bubbling up, Chen Qingqiu grabbed a few dumplings and rolled them down the edge of the pot. The pot instantly sounded, and the dumplings, which were originally pale yellow, had small bubbles gathered around them, and they had turned golden yellow.

Almost overwhelmed, Chen Qingqiu ran under the cabinet to rummage through the fence, rinsed it and fished it down, stirring the oil pan crackling and splashing oil out. Fortunately, the dough fried just right, scooped it up, turned it upside down, and put it on a plate.

If you want to watch the heat of the fried while putting the dumplings, you have to fish them up, Chen Qingqiu was so engrossed that he didn't notice that Bai Mao came to his side again. She looked at the pot and reached out with her left hand to grab the dumplings, which happened to be on one hand, and was startled.

Bai Mao looked at Chen Qingqiu's hands and raised his eyebrows at her:

"I'll do it, you can just fish."

The pot was sizzling, the sweet aroma of frying, Chen Qingqiu quickly retracted his hand, stabilized his heartbeat, looked at the pot, and nodded.

With Bai Mao's help, these pumpkin balls are much easier to fry. The smoke mixed with the gas in the pot came up, and it was hot on Chen Qingqiu's face, and she was a little in a trance...... This kind of scene is too much like daily home life.

Bai Mao was lowering his head to pick up the balls, his eyelashes were long and straight, and he noticed that Chen Qingqiu was looking at him, so he raised his head and smiled, and the mole at the corner of his eye moved slightly:

"What? I won't eat it if it's blown up. ”

Chen Qingqiu turned his head, the wave in the pot was browned, and he quickly fished it out with a fence, and said in his mouth:

"You'll know if you taste it."

At the beginning, the fried ones were all put in the blue and white porcelain plates, and at the moment the dryness of the hot oil was dissipated and the fragrance was exuded. The shape is not pretty, Bai Mao snorted lightly, picked a fried pumpkin ball, and put it in his mouth.

"Didn't waste it on me helping you."

Chen Qingqiu sneered and laughed, this demon is too arrogant! She also twisted it and put it in her mouth:

"When I was a child, I loved to eat these fried things on street corners, and my mother wouldn't let me eat them, because I didn't expect to be able to cook them one day...... Hmm, it's delicious. ”

"You...... Mother her? ”