Mrs. Yin and Mrs. Huo were making dumplings with An Xin and Wang Feng, Mrs. Yin had made them when she went back to An's house before, but it was the first time for Mrs. Huo.

"Don't look at it as just a dumpling skin, in fact, it is still very particular, this dumpling skin can not be too thick or too thin, after the dumplings are wrapped, they should be boiled in a pot, if the dumpling skin is too thin, it is easy to cook into noodle soup."

"There are also fillings that can't be put too little or too much, and if you eat less, there's nothing in it, but it's easy to burst if you put too much......"

An Xin taught to try, Mrs. Huo nodded after listening, and looked at Wang Feng next to her, rolling out dumpling wrappers decently.

It looks like an easy job, especially Wang Feng can do it neatly, a small ball of dough seems to be alive in her hands, and after a while, it will be rolled into a dumpling skin that is not thick or thin, An Xin picks the filling with chopsticks, and pinched it with both hands to make a very beautiful dumpling.

But after Mrs. Huo got started herself, she found that it was really not easy to do anything.

She was already very attentive, but in the end, the dumpling skin was still beaten and thin, and several of them were torn.

"Hahaha......" Wang Feng laughed after reading it, but he didn't mean to laugh.

"It seems that you people in the city don't know everything, at least our dumpling wrappers are better than yours."

Mrs. Huo and Mrs. Yin are also two very big and talkative ladies, and they are not angry when they hear the teasing, but they respond with a smile.

"No, we can only drink tea, and we really can't do this kind of fine work."

Wang Feng taught Mrs. Huo to roll dumpling skins hand-in-hand, chatting while teaching.

"I used to hear others say that the people in the city and the rich people in the city are amazing, they can do anything, and I was very envious at that time."

Mrs. Huo couldn't cry or laugh: "We all have long boards and short boards, nothing powerful." ”

Rich people may earn more money, but they don't know anything when they do this kind of small work, and the poor do the opposite.

Wang Feng said it many times, Mrs. Huo rolled out dozens of waste dumpling skins, and finally at the thirtieth time, she rolled out a dumpling that was not thick or thin.

An Xin took it and looked at it, it was indeed okay.

She returned the chopsticks to Mrs. Huo: "Do you want to try making dumplings now?" ”

"Okay."

Mrs. Huo hurried over.

An Xinxin took a dumpling wrapper and began to teach how to make dumplings, although Mrs. Huo is not smart, but she is also learning very seriously.

It's so hard, it's so hard.

An Xin pinched the folds of the dumplings so well, hers was too ugly.

Women like to talk about topics when they are busy, An Xin and she have only known each other for a long time, and there are not too many common topics between girlfriends, and Lin Yin can only mention it.

"Sister An, where do you two think about letting Yin Yin take the exam?"

An Xin said with a smile: "Lin Han has already gone abroad to study, Yin Yin means that she wants to go to the capital, and we also support her, she can do what she wants." ”

When Mrs. Huo heard this, she was overjoyed, she just wanted Lin Yin to be admitted to the university in the capital, so that she could see her prospective daughter-in-law every day.

So, Mrs. Huo began to carry out crazy brainwashing: "There are a lot of good universities in our capital, which are Tsinghua University and Peking University, and there are ......."

Mrs. Huo talked about a lot of schools in one breath, and finally concluded: "I've already asked, it's really good, Yin Yin's grades are good, you can go to any of them." ”

An Xin also thought it was quite good when she heard it, and nodded.

(End of chapter)