Ding Bao hasn't cooked for a long time.

Fortunately, all the steps were clear, and after opening the cupboard, looking at the neatly arranged beef and flour inside, Ding Bao thought for a while, and then took down the piece of beef and a small bag of flour.

The beef looks like it was fresh on the same day, and the red meat has a distinct texture without a trace of fat.

Ding Bao cut a small piece down, and put the rest back in the cupboard.

Cut the beef into pieces and chop it, sprinkle a little red wine if there is no cooking wine, sprinkle some oil and salt, stir it around and knock two eggs into it to continue stirring.

Jin Ting couldn't see Ding Bao's movements, but he had excellent hearing, the rhythmic sound of "dong dong" when the knives collided in his ears, the crisp "click" sound when breaking eggs, and the "ding" sound when the silver chopsticks hit the copper basin, these sounds that were full of life had never sounded in his kitchen, so that today he suddenly heard it, and Jin Ting was even in a trance.

After that, there was silence in the kitchen again, except for the occasional sound of stirring.

Ding Bao saw that Jin Ting had been standing next to him, and shouted without raising his head.

"Why are you standing, sit down."

Of course, Jin Ting would not let go of this opportunity to make contact, and walked to the cooking table and sat down with his hands rubbing against the wall.

Immediately following those voices, he could even hear the sound of Ding Bao's clothes as she raised her hand, and her steady and powerful breathing.

The tip of the nose is filled with a faint smell of meat, and there is a slight taste of raw noodles.

"What are you doing to eat?"

"Dumplings."

"Dumplings? What is that? ”

The most common food of the Crewe people is bread and potatoes, which are a little more complicated for the wealthier to live in, but most of their cooking methods are still based on stewing, no matter what is stewed in one pot, and then a spoonful of less salt and less salt per person, with bread and mashed potatoes, the whole family eats it this way.

So when he heard Ding Bao's answer, Jin Ting's face showed rare doubts.

Ding Bao knew that he was cautious and suspicious, especially when it came to humans.

So I don't expect him to eat this beef dumpling wrapped today, anyway, the main purpose of cooking is to treat his own five internal organs, so Ding Bao doesn't ask about Jinting's taste, and makes it according to his own preferences.

Soon dozens of dumplings were neatly arranged on the table, half boiled and half fried, the pot that was boiled was fortunately only able to smell some faint noodle soup, and the fried ones were completely different, and when the oil under the pan began to "sizzle", an indescribable fragrance quickly spread throughout the kitchen.

Ding Bao counted the dumplings in the pot, a total of thirty-two, and it was not a problem to eat two meals with her current meal.

If she doesn't eat it, she won't have to eat those half-cooked beef for lunch and dinner.

Thinking of this, Ding Bao smiled silently, and put the cooked and fried dumplings on the table.

That's right, chopsticks.

Dumplings can't be eaten with a knife and fork, you have to use chopsticks.

Ding Bao swept around, and finally found a suitable replacement in the vase on the table.

There are a few bare, round and brown rattan trees inserted in the vase, these ancient rattan trees are long and strong, and the wooden piggyback at the top will fall off regularly, Ding Bao stretched out his hand and broke it slightly, and the two chopsticks were in his hand.

Jin Ting was keenly aware of this unusual voice, and asked.

"What do you do?"

"It's okay, I see the wood is about to fall, I'll help it."

After setting the plate and looking at Jin Ting on the other side, Ding Bao asked him symbolically.