Luo Xiaoqian followed him into the kitchen and saw Leng Zimo turning off the gas stove. There were water stains everywhere on the stove and on the floor, with a few dumplings dotted here and there.
In the corner of the kitchen cabinet, there is a pot lid lying on it.
Obviously, the loud noise just now was the sound made by the pot lid falling to the ground.
"Actually, everyone has this kind of time, and I am the same!" Leng Zimo shrugged his shoulders mockingly, bent down to pick up the pot lid on the ground, "It seems that your supper will be changed to a different program tonight.
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When she came in just now, he was cooking dumplings. Because of her confession, he completely forgot about it. The water and dumplings overflowed and he took off the lid of the pot.
Luo Xiaoqian glanced around, her eyes passing over the flour scattered on the kitchen cabinet and the remaining fillings on the chopping board, and landed on Leng Zimo.
Although he was wearing an apron, there were obvious flour stains on his black shirt and trousers, and his palms were even full of flour.
The technical content of dumplings is too high. After all, it was his first time to make them, and one of his hands was injured. It took more than an hour to make just one dough.
"Did you make these dumplings?"
"Making stuffing is relatively easy, but making noodles is really troublesome."
Leng Zimo took the broom from the corner of the kitchen and prepared to clean.
"Don't move!" Luo Xiaoqian shouted urgently, and someone rushed in, took an empty bowl from the table, and carefully picked up the fallen dumplings one by one into the bowl.
"It's dirty, don't eat it."
Leng Zimo reached out to grab the bowl, and Luo Xiaoqian turned around and hid the bowl behind her back.
"I want to eat!"
Leng Zimo shrugged his shoulders, his tone was doting and helpless, "Then you can at least rinse it with water?"
Walking to the faucet, Luo Xiaoqian rinsed the dumplings in the bowl with water, and Leng Zimo handed over a pair of chopsticks.
Picking one up and bringing it to her mouth, Luo Xiaoqian chewed it slowly. The skin was a bit thick, but the filling tasted very authentic, even better than what she had made.
"You mixed the stuffing too?" she asked curiously.
Leng Zimo frowned, "Is the taste wrong? I went to the Chinatown Dumpling City to ask the chef. It was exactly according to the proportion. Did I forget something?"
Luo Xiaoqian's nose suddenly became sore.
Just to help her make a dumpling, he had to go through so much trouble?!
She simply couldn't imagine how he could do it with only one hand.
"It tastes so bad?!" Leng Zimo looked at her expression and came over suspiciously, "Let me try it."
"Don't think about it, these are all mine!" Luo Xiaoqian stuffed another one into her mouth, and then brought one to his mouth, "Seeing as you are about to turn yourself into a dumpling, I'll reward you with one.
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Leng Zimo took the dumpling, chewed it, and commented unceremoniously, "The skin is too thick, the noodles are too hard, the filling is average, and it's overcooked. It's a failure!"
Luo Xiaoqian immediately retorted, "Nonsense, these are the most delicious dumplings I have ever eaten."
"That's just because of your feelings." Leng Zimo said.
"No, the key to whether something tastes good or not depends on your mood. If you are in a good mood, no matter how bad it tastes, it will still be delicious. If you are in a bad mood, no matter how delicious the food is, it will not taste good..."
"So, it really tastes bad?"
"I didn't mean that, I meant..."
"I'm just teasing you." Leng Zimolang laughed out loud and raised his hand to wipe off the flour he rubbed on her face. "When you're full, go take a shower. You're almost turning into a dumpling now!"
