This year's Spring Festival was the smoothest Spring Festival for the Ling family, and everyone happily ate the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

The Pei family was defeated, and Ning Yuanlan also knew that Qi Yu didn't like the Pei family, so he didn't ask them to go back this year, and the family celebrated the New Year happily.

During the Chinese New Year, the only fun for the whole family is to get together for the Spring Festival Gala, and then chat about the things of the year, there are joys and sorrows, except for the old man Ling who died this year, everyone else is safe and sound, and the whole family is satisfied.

When it was about to be early in the morning, Gao Xueqing and Lin Xinjie went to the kitchen to bring over the dumpling stuffing that had been prepared in the afternoon, and the family gathered around the dining table, rolling the dumpling wrappers and wrapping dumplings.

"I've learned a few new tricks lately!" When Ning Yuanlan made dumplings, he remembered the dumpling patterns he had seen in WeChat before, so he tried to pick them up.

"Oops, I've seen it too." Ling Baolu also remembered, "It was shared by my mother!" ”

"That's right." Ning Yuanlan began to pick up the dumplings according to the steps in his memory.

She wanted to wrap a butterfly-shaped dumpling, but she couldn't wrap it well, and when she was about to be discouraged, Ling Mo took the dumpling from her hand, put it in her hand and pinched it, and wrapped a butterfly-shaped dumpling in three or two clicks.

"Wow, it's so beautiful, Dad, do it again, I didn't see it clearly!" Ling Baolu took the dumpling wrapper and asked Ling Mo to repeat it.

Ling Mo patiently came again, and after a while, on the dining table, Ling Baolu, Qi Yu and Ling Xi all wrapped the butterflies-shaped dumplings.

Ning Yuanlan and Ling Huihui glanced at each other helplessly, looking at the three not very normal people.

"Mom, we don't play with these monsters, we make normal dumplings!" Ling Huihui immediately stood on Ning Yuanlan's side.

In the IQ of the Ling family, Ling Mo's IQ inherited from Ling Shuhan, and Ling Shuhan was inherited from the old man Ling, the old commander who was proficient in the art of war was not in vain, but he was talented in IT, but it was Ling Mo's gene mutation, and he happened to be inheriting this specialty to Ling Xi.

And Ling Baolu, in terms of dealing with people, is more like Ling Shuhan, has a good memory, and learns everything quickly, but Ling Huihui is obviously in the inheritance of IQ, she follows Ning Yuanlan, and also inherits her painting talent, so in other things, her performance is normal.

Therefore, whenever there is such a competition in the family, the mother and daughter stand in a line.

"Come, let's make normal dumplings, so we don't have fun with them!" Ning Yuanlan smiled and continued to make simple dumplings with his little daughter, but this was not the most ordinary dumpling shape, the two of them also figured out other dumplings by themselves, such as pigeon-shaped ones and peony-shaped ones, which were easier than butterfly ones.

After the family finished making dumplings, it was early in the morning.

Special-shaped dumplings are steamed in a steamer, and ordinary dumplings are boiled in water.

This year's dumplings are still packed with special, Ling Baolu ate a red date filling, "I am a red date, sweet, who put it?" ”

"I put it there!" Lin Xinjie looked at her granddaughter with a smile, "It's good to eat red dates!" ”

"On behalf of the early birth of a noble son, hahaha......" Ling Huihui swallowed the dumplings in his mouth and teased his sister.