When school was over, Taozi hadn't packed her schoolbag yet when she heard Li Tingting poking her arm and whispering: "Taozi, your husband is here to pick you up from school."
Taozi looked outside the classroom and saw that Shen Mochen was really standing there.
Several girls in the classroom were already looking out curiously, and Chen Xiaoxin, who was sitting behind them, was also secretly looking at Shen Mochen.
Taozi quickly packed up her schoolbag and ran out of the classroom. She took Shen Mochen's hand and said with a smile: "Let's go!"
Shen Mochen lowered his head and glanced at the hand tightly grasped by her, frowned, but did not break away.
When she got home, Taozi's mother happened to be making dumplings. She saw them coming back hand in hand, and greeted them with a smile: "Taozi, Chenchen, are you back?"
"Yeah." Taozi let go of Shen Mochen's hand, ran to her mother, put her schoolbag on the chair, rolled up her sleeves very excitedly and said, "Mom, let me help!"
"Stop, stop, stop!" Taozi's mother quickly stopped her hand reaching for the dough, turned her palm over and looked at it, frowning and said: "Why are your hands so dirty? Wash your hands first, and then do your homework.
I’ll help you after you’ve finished your homework.”
"Okay..." Taozi pouted unhappily, jumped off the chair, glanced at Shen Mochen, who was still standing in the center of the room, and waved to him: "Let's go, let's wash our hands."
Shen Mochen raised his head and glanced at Tao Zi's mother, thought for a while, and said hello: "Hello, aunt."
"Well, Chenchen is so good. Go wash your hands and do your homework. You can eat dumplings in a while. Your uncle has a party tonight and won't come back for dinner, so the three of us will be at home."
"Yes." Shen Mochen nodded and followed Taozi to wash his hands.
After the two of them finished their homework, Taozi went to help her mother make dumplings. Shen Mochen took an extracurricular reading book and sat next to her, reading a book and watching them make dumplings.
The dumplings made by Taozi's mother are plump and tall, just like little Yuanbao. Look at the dumplings made by Taozi. They are all sluggish and swaying like drunkenness.
Shen Mochen looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't stand it anymore. He threw the reading book in his hand on the table, ran to Taozi, took the dumpling wrapper from her hand, and said in a low voice: "I'd better do it, you are simply...
It’s a waste of material.”
"Ah?" Taozi watched helplessly as Shen Mochen snatched the dumpling wrapper from his hand, and then watched him skillfully dig out a ball of filling with a spoon, put it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper, and aligned the edges of the wrapper with his little hands.
, and then with a gentle squeeze, a round dumpling lay obediently in his hand.
"Chenchen can also make dumplings?" Taozi's mother looked at his skillful gestures and asked curiously.
"No." Shen Mochen replied simply, then glanced at Tao Zi beside him, and continued to make dumplings while saying: "I just saw my aunt making a few, so I can do it."
"Wow, hubby, you are so awesome!" Taozi looked at him with an expression of admiration.
"..." Taozi's mother looked at her daughter helplessly. Hey, they are both children, so why are there such big differences? Taozi often made dumplings for herself when she was fine, but when she made them, they were all staggering.
It looks like Chenchen has never made a dumpling before, and a perfect dumpling comes out as soon as you get started.
