Chapter 468: dumpling war
When Yijue woke up, there was no sweet and soft girl around.
Looking at the quilt covering him, the ice in Rong Luyuan's eyes melted and a trace of warmth emerged.
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Mu Changying stood in the kitchen thinking for a while, her eyes fell on the dough in front of her, she raised her little hand and snapped her fingers.
"Well... I'll make a small dumpling today." She opened the refrigerator and took out the fried sesame seeds from it.
Wearing disposable gloves, take a small amount of dough and shape it into an oval shape in your hand.
Put a small spoon of sesame seeds into the small dough, and knead it into a round shape with small hands.
The white and tender glutinous rice **** are placed on a plate, which is pleasing to the eye.
The small hand continues to pick up a small amount of dough and continue to knead it, put sesame seeds, and knead it into a ball.
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The movements of the hands kept on, and soon a plate of glutinous rice **** was pinched, and they stayed on the plate obediently.
The water in the pot has been boiled, pick up the spoon and turn it in a circle, then put the small rice **** into it one by one to bathe.
Hot boiling water boils over them, giving off a tantalizing aroma over time.
"You're done."
After a few minutes, the dumplings in the pot were cooked through. The corners of Mu Changying's mouth were slightly raised, and they were placed in the bowls separately.
She put two bowls of dumplings on a plate and walked out of the kitchen with brisk steps.
"Yingbao..."
Rong Luyuan washed up and went downstairs, what caught her eye was that she was wearing a pink strawberry apron, and her hair was rolled up to reveal the snow-white swan neck.
Hearing the man's call, Mu Changying raised his head and smiled at him, waving his little hand.
"A Yuan, come and have breakfast. I made these with my own hands. Come and see if you like it."
On a summer morning, the warm morning light slipped in through the window and sprinkled on her mischievously.
A thin golden light enveloped her, and her whole body was filled with a warm aura.
"I like everything Yingbao does."
Rong Luyuan walked to the dining table and looked at the steaming dumplings on the table. The tenderness in his eyes made people almost addicted to it.
"However... Yingbao is better off entering the kitchen less." He was not in a hurry to eat, he took her and sat down, pinched her small hand in his palm, and looked at her intently.
"Yingbao's little hands shouldn't be contaminated with this kind of rough work." No, in fact, he was just worried about what would happen if she got burned?
The skin of her little hands is delicate and tender, and the tender whiteness turns red when she pinches it. Yingbao is so squeamish, if she gets burned, she will definitely cry out in pain.
Mu Changying held his big palm instead, "I only cook occasionally."
A Yuan has always been deliberately covering up his emotions in front of her, how could she not see the worry in his eyes?
"…"
The two threw dog food in front of him early in the morning, and Bai Mo's eyes were always on the dumplings.
Let him come without food, the ghost knows how hungry he is now.
Bai Moren's hands rubbed his somewhat stiff face, "Cough, cough... Second Master..."
He was just about to ask Rong Luyuan for this bowl of dumplings, but before he could say it, he was coldly stabbed by him, "Go see a doctor if your throat is uncomfortable."
"…"
No, it's not because of a sore throat!
Bai Mo was scolded for life without love, and lowered his head to hold his head with his hands.
Hey, he just wants to eat a bowl of dumplings, why is it so difficult?
Looking at the weak and decadent boy, a streamer flashed in Mu Changying's eyes.
This lonely look really looks like an abandoned puppy, pitiful.
"Little Momo, there's still in the kitchen. If you want to eat, you can serve it yourself."