Not long after, Shen Wangjin changed his clothes and came downstairs. When he walked to the dining table, he even rolled up his sleeves.
Zhuang Yibo was still sitting quietly at the dining table, but he stretched out his hand and pulled him up, "Come on, stand up, how to learn to make dumplings while sitting down."
The servant asked in disbelief: "Mr. Shen, can you really make dumplings?"
"Can you pretend to do this?" Shen Wangjin said as he took the rolling pin from his aunt's hand and took a piece of dough. He skillfully rolled it into a round skin on the chopping board, then put the dumpling filling into it and kneaded it into a beautiful shape.
The pleats make a plump dumpling in one go.
Not only the servant, but also Zhuang Yibo was startled.
Soon Shen Wangjin pulled her to his side, "Come, I'll teach you."
Seeing this, the servant consciously gave up everything at hand and hid in the kitchen.
Zhuang Yibo was surrounded by Shen Wangjin, who taught her step by step how to roll out dumpling wrappers.
Zhuang Yibo was extremely stiff, but Shen Wangjin seemed not to notice. With her hand, she divided a smooth movement into countless simple and frozen movements, and finally rolled out a strange-shaped dumpling wrapper.
Seeing the dumpling wrapper in her hand, Shen Wangjin couldn't help but chuckle. He tilted his head slightly and looked at her and said, "What can such dexterous fingers not know? Come again."
He was in her ear every breath and every breath, Zhuang Yibo remained stiff, his lips moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Shen Wangjin gently held her hand again, and once again rolled out a strange piece of skin step by step.
Once, twice, three times... I can't remember how many times, the wrapper in my hand finally looked like a dumpling wrapper. Then Shen Wangjin turned his head and looked at her again and said, "Have you learned how to do it now?"
Zhuang Yibo hesitated for a moment and did not answer.
Seeing this, Shen Wangjin slowly let go of his hand, stood aside and looked at her leisurely, "Try it yourself."
Zhuang Yibo was now more stiff than when he held his hand before. He took the potion himself, mechanically used the rolling pin in his hand, and finally rolled out a huge dumpling wrapper with an inexplicable shape and even broken skin.
Seeing the pink color gradually rising behind her ears, Shen Wangjin finally laughed out loud again and helped her deal with the dumpling wrapper. Then he took her hand again, took a dumpling wrapper and put it in her hand, "It seems like rolling
It's still a bit difficult for you to make leather bags, so you'd better learn to make bags."
Making dumplings is indeed much simpler than rolling out the wrappers, but this is not the case for Zhuang Yibo.
When she learned from the servant before, she also tried to simply knead dumplings, but when Shen Wangjin taught her step by step, every fold on the dumpling wrapper became a ridge, expanding infinitely, and accompanied by his breathing
, body temperature, and even heartbeat, were pinched bit by bit...
"Well, it's pretty good." Shen Wangjin placed the kneaded dumplings on her palm, "It should be delicious, right?"
Zhuang Yibo's breathing almost stopped. When he came back to his senses, he finally couldn't help but break away from his arms, put down the dumplings in his hands, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Shen Wangjin was still looking at her with a smile, but his expression changed slightly the moment she turned around.
Before Zhuang Yibo could leave the table, he had already caught his wrist.
The next moment, he reached out his hand and slowly lifted her chin. His eyes fell on the left side of her face and he said lightly: "What's wrong with your face?"
When Zhuang Yibo heard this, his heart suddenly stopped, and he subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face.
There was still flour on her fingertips, and the red and swollen areas on her face were stained with snow-white flour, making the redness and swelling instantly more conspicuous.
Shen Wangjin's eyes became darker and darker, "Who hit me?"
"No..." she said in a low voice, "I accidentally hit it myself."
After hearing this, Shen Wangjin just stared at her quietly, and after a while, he finally slowly let go of her hand.
However, she had forgotten what she was going to do before. She stood there stiffly for a moment, then suddenly returned to the dining table, picked up a new dumpling wrapper, lowered her head and wrapped the dumplings silently.
His method of kneading the dumpling wrapper was unfamiliar and complicated to her, but she still tried hard to recover it, and after a lot of hard work, she really made a dumpling that was about seventy-eight points in shape.
Compared with the stiffness when rolling out the dough before, her fingers were indeed much more flexible at this moment.
After wrapping one, she wrapped a second one, a third one...
Shen Wangjin stood beside her and watched her quietly. When the dumpling in her hand was finally full and taking shape, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Zhuang Yibo raised his head to look at him, with clear panic and worry flashing through his eyes.
Shen Wangjin saw it clearly, and after a moment of pause, he slowly said: "Forget it, your hands are better suited for playing the piano."
Zhuang Yibo took a breath, and before he could speak, Shen Wangjin had already turned around and walked towards the living room.
Shen Ruiwen was walking downstairs with a document. When he handed the document to Shen Wangjin, he saw the flour in his hand. When he was about to take the document back, Shen Wangjin had already taken it, as if he didn't remember it at all.
I didn't see the flour on my hands.
Shen Ruiwen opened his mouth to remind him, but it was already too late. He saw Shen Wangjin flipping through two pages of the document and suddenly handed the document back to him, and then said: "It's rare that I have free time today. Let's invite someone from the banker to come over for a casual meal."
Hearing these words, Zhuang Yibo's heart skipped a beat. Before he could say anything, Shen Wangjin had already turned his head towards the kitchen and called out: "Sister Ding."
When the servant came out of the kitchen, Shen Wangjin glanced at Zhuang Yibo again and said, "There are guests coming for dinner tonight. Please accompany Miss Zhuang upstairs to change clothes."
The servant agreed, wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, gently grabbed Zhuang Yibo's arm and took her upstairs.
Zhuang Yibo looked very unhappy. It wasn't until she entered the room that she grabbed the servant's hand and said, "Auntie, please don't tell him about my father's visit today."
Although the servant was in the kitchen just now, he obviously heard the movement between her and Shen Wangjin. Hearing this, he couldn't help but sigh slightly and said: "Miss Zhuang, even if I didn't tell him, wouldn't Mr. Shen know about it?
"
Hearing this, Zhuang Yibo felt his heart drop.
Yes, if they didn't say anything, wouldn't Shen Wangjin know?
In fact, he already knew that, didn't he?
And what she did, apart from deceiving herself, could she hide it from anyone?
…
With Shen Wangjin's invitation, Zhuang Zhonghong and Han Qin naturally came very quickly.
Zhuang Zhonghong came to the door for the second time in one day. This time was completely different from the previous one. His mood and condition were obviously much better. As soon as he saw Zhuang Yibo sitting in the living room downstairs, he immediately stepped forward, took her hand and patted her.
On the back of her hand, she said: "Yibo, dad knows you won't let us down. Dad lost his composure this morning and couldn't control his emotions. Don't take it to heart. Does it hurt?"