112. There is no silver three hundred taels here (2)
Lu Anyi took a sip of the soup and said to Aunt Qiong, "I will come if Yifeng brings me, I won't know the way if he doesn't bring me!"
Aunt Qiong was amused by her child's tone, "Haha...this child!"
After dinner, Pei Yifeng and Colonel Pei went to the second floor. Lu Anyi sat on the sofa and continued to watch TV. It was already dark outside.
Aunt Qiong washed the dishes and brought a bowl of meat filling and dough on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Lu Anyi looked at the materials and asked, "Aunt Qiong, are you going to make dumplings?"
"Well, Yifeng likes to eat these celery beef dumplings!" Aunt Qiong squatted down and began to roll out the dumpling skin.[
"Aunt Qiong, you are so nice to Yi Feng!"
"hehe!"
"Aunt Qiong, you know so much!"
"I can do these housework, too!"
"I can't even do these housework. Yi Feng doesn't like eating outside. Every time Yi Feng comes back very late, he still has to make his own midnight snack. Sometimes I really want to help him and let him teach me.
If you refuse, you will definitely not be able to learn if you say I am too stupid!"
Lu Anyi said as she lowered her eyes, picked up a piece of dumpling skin rolled by Aunt Qiong, and wanted to try to make a packet of dumplings.
"Yi Feng felt sorry for you and didn't want to make you tired!" Aunt Qiong didn't look up, and always had a happy smile on her face when she was talking to Lu Anyi.
The movements on her hands did not stop. She was very skillful in rolling the dumpling skins. She seemed to do it frequently, and in a short while, she rolled out no less than sixty dumpling skins.
Lu Anyi made a dumpling and smiled and put the dumplings she had made in front of Aunt Qiong. "Aunt Qiong, how about it?"
Although it is not very beautiful in appearance, it is at least the first dumpling she made in her life, and it has a sense of accomplishment no matter how she looks at it.
Aunt Qiong looked at the dumplings in Lu Anyi's hand and praised with a smile, "Well, the first time I'm making it, it's already very good!"
After Aunt Qiong rolled out the dumpling skin, she sat on the sofa and began to teach Lu Anyi how to make the dumplings look good. Lu Anyi learned it seriously, and later the dumplings she slowly made were also quite good.
When the dumplings were almost the same, Pei Yifeng got down from the second floor. After he got down, he did not stop in the living room for more, and walked straight towards the kitchen.
"Aunt Qiong, I'll cook noodles for you!"
"Aunt Qiong, are you hungry?"
"No, every year on your birthday, Yi Feng will cook longevity noodles for me in the evening!"
"oh!"
"Don't An Yi know about longevity noodles?"
"I know, but I haven't eaten it!" Lu Anyi said, unable to help but lower her head again, looking very aggrieved. Her birthday is the first day of the New Year. Usually, the whole family is running outside on the first day of the New Year.
Zhang Xue would make a cake early, and after the social event outside, she only saw light candles and make wishes. It was a very smooth process.
Seeing Lu Anyi's aggrieved look, Aunt Qiong smiled and said, "Actually, it's the same thing. Now many young people don't care about these things!"
"In the future, you will come to Aunt Qiong for your birthday. Aunt Qiong will cook noodles for you. If you can't come, let Yifeng cook for you!"
"hehe!"
Lu Anyi is sometimes heartless and sometimes a little melancholy. After Aunt Qiong changed the topic, her little face kept smiling again.
After a while, Pei Yifeng brought the steaming noodles to Aunt Qiong's hand. A bowl of clear water noodles was sprinkled with a few slices of chopped green onion. However, since it was made by Pei Yifeng, the bowl of noodles that looked very ordinary in Lu Anyi's eyes.