Gu Xiaoai almost rushed up and kicked him, and immediately said dissatisfiedly, "Li Juefeng, are you doing this on purpose? I'll knead the dough and become your mother?!"
Li Juefeng stared deeply at her dissatisfaction. After a few seconds, he looked away stiffly and said awkwardly, "Have I still wronged you?!"
"..."
Gu Xiaoai noticed something was wrong with him, her tone couldn't help but lowered, and she asked seriously, "Are you serious?"
She thought...he said she looked like her mother just to make him angry on purpose.
She forgot for a moment that he cared about his mother and would not joke about it.
"What is so true and false?!"
Li Juefeng snorted coldly, turned around, and stared lazily at the dough in her hand.
"No wonder you know the process of making dumplings." Gu Xiaoai said calmly, looking away from his handsome face and continuing to knead the dough seriously, "Mom used to make dumplings for you."
Li Juefeng paused, reached for some flour and smeared it on her hands, and said in a low voice, "I must do it on New Year's Eve."
Gu Xiaoai rubbed her hands. They were obviously no longer sticky and could knead the dough better.
Inexplicably, after he finished speaking, the two of them fell silent.
His voice seemed to still be echoing in her ears, reminding her of his life experience.
She would never be able to make her mother's dumplings taste like hers for him...
Gu Xiaoai stood beside him, feeling his strong aura surrounding her, and worked hard to knead the noodles better, and the hair fell down from her ears.
Soon, Li Juefeng's hand pulled back her dyed long hair.
Gu Xiaoai smiled at him, "Don't worry, eldest son, I will make you a delicious dumpling!"
"..."
Li Juefeng's eyes suddenly ignited with flames, he stretched out his arms to hug her body from the side, gritted his teeth and said, "Really? You and your eldest son gave birth to a younger son, Gu Xiaoai, are you committing incest?!"
"..."
Well, fighting with words is not her strong point.
When it came time to make the dumpling wrappers, Gu Xiaoai ran into trouble. No matter how she rolled out the dough, she couldn't get the shape of the dumplings. She was so anxious that she used her mobile phone to check a lot of information, but she still couldn't roll it out properly.
This is much harder than making cookies.
Finally, Li Juefeng waved her hand and pushed her away in disgust, "I'll do it!"
"..."
Gu Xiaoai had to stand aside and watch him roll the dough with one hand. It was strange that she just watched the thick and thin dumpling skins taking shape...
"You can really do it." Gu Xiaoai opened her eyes wide, a little surprised.
"Is it weird? I've done it once." Li Juefeng said coldly, throwing the rolled-out dumpling wrappers aside.
"I've only done it once and it's so good?" Gu Xiaoai was even more surprised. She turned her eyes and looked at his handsome face with a slightly bowed head.
She knew that Li Juefeng could make some home-cooked dishes, but she didn't know that he could also roll out dumpling wrappers.
So... so versatile.
Thinking like this, Gu Xiaoai almost laughed out loud. She put her hands on the edge of the table and looked at him with interest. The mobile phone at hand was motionless, and the camera was facing Li Juefeng...
"My mother was ill that year, and if I didn't do it, the two of us would be hungry during the New Year." Li Juefeng didn't notice her little movements and said in a deep voice.
"..."
Gu Xiaoai was stunned and looked at him blankly. He seemed to be just describing a very common thing, nothing unusual, as if it rained yesterday...
But she could almost imagine what kind of embarrassing environment it was. Mother and son were crowded in that small space. Mom was sick, and he had to do it by himself, otherwise, he would have to starve.