Not to mention that Song Huan was of noble birth and was a pampered prince.
Not to mention that he was a guest invited by Cheng Xun. He only needed to go to the main hall to stay warm for a while. He didn't need to do anything at all.
Just talking about today's Daliang, men are superior to women, and it is normal for women to cook. There is no reason for men to help cook!
Song Huan's remarks will naturally arouse strong reactions from Cheng Xun and Mrs. Cheng!
"Your Highness, this is impossible!"
"You are a guest of my prime minister's house, why should you cook in person?"
"You are trying to harm a humble minister!"
Song Huan just wanted to get in touch with Cheng Susu alone, but faced Cheng Xun's various obstacles, he had no choice but to sigh.
"Then what if, as Prince Rong, I request to cook in person?"
"The Prime Minister will never stop me again!"
Cheng Xun looked troubled.
This is both emotional and reasonable, but it’s not appropriate!
In the end, Cheng Susu said calmly: "Dad, please don't worry, my daughter will naturally not let His Highness cook in person."
"Your Highness is just curious about the affairs of the Prime Minister's Mansion and wants to come and see for himself."
"Your Highness, is that right?"
Cheng Susu was indeed extremely smart. She changed the explanation and immediately made the matter much more reasonable!
Song Huan nodded hurriedly and said: "Yes, Susu...oh no, what Miss Cheng said is absolutely true!"
"This is what I mean!"
Cheng Xun was stunned.
I can’t believe that Prince Tangtang Rong, the fourth prince of Daliang, has this strange hobby of watching people make dumplings!
But seeing that Song Huan said something with both nose and eyes, Cheng Xun couldn't bear to offend him, so he had to relent and said: "Then..."
"Then please help yourself, Your Highness!"
Song Huan was so happy that he immediately took Cheng Susu and hid in the small kitchen.
"Slow down, slow down! Slow down!"
"Too fast! It hurts!"
"Really, why are you so anxious?"
Cheng Susu was held by Song Huan's wrist, and she felt that the tiger's mouth was painfully squeezed by Song Huan's big hands, and she couldn't help but frown slightly.
There was no one around in the kitchen, and Song Huan was finally able to talk to Cheng Susu.
"Am I in a hurry?"
"Why, you haven't seen me for so many days, aren't you anxious to see me?"
"Hmph..." Cheng Susu turned her face away proudly, "I'm not in a hurry!"
"You're really not in a hurry?" Song Huan looked at Cheng Susu's cheek with a smirk on his face, "If you weren't in a hurry, why did you speak for me just now?"
Cheng Susu's pretty face turned red, and she hit Song Huan's chest with her pink fist angrily: "You're teasing me again!"
"Next time this happens again, I won't speak for you... Ugh!"
Before Cheng Susu finished speaking, her pink lips as tender as flower buds were lightly pursed.
Feeling Song Huan's thin and dense kisses on her neck, Cheng Susu felt hot all over her body and felt confused and confused!
"Well……"
"I need to prepare lunch early...don't make trouble!"
Song Huan smiled evilly: "Are you hungry?"
"Don't worry, I'll feed you right now..."
Hearing Song Huan's words, Cheng Susu blushed to the root of her neck!
The cold kitchen suddenly became hot and springy.
More than half an hour later.
Song Huan now looked satisfied, feeling refreshed and radiant.
Cheng Susu's face was even more rosy, as if she was indescribably satisfied.
She looked up at the sky outside, her expression suddenly changed, and she began to put on her blouse in a hurry.
"Oh, that's bad!"
"It's almost a quarter past noon, and I haven't started making dumplings yet!"
"If I delay my lunch meal, dad should blame me again."
Seeing Cheng Susu's annoyed expression, Song Huan smiled and consoled him: "You were clearly doing exercises with me just now. Even if my father-in-law finds out, he won't punish you."
"Not serious!" Cheng Susujiao rolled her eyes at Song Huan, "You're still making sarcastic remarks!"
"It's all your fault. I had to make all the dumplings for lunch today by myself."
The tradition of the Cheng family is that on the snowy day every year, Mrs. Cheng and Cheng Susu, mother and daughter, make dumplings themselves.
It is a lot of fun for the whole family to gather together and have fun together.
But just now, Song Huan volunteered and insisted on cooking with Cheng Susu.
Now, Cheng Susu has to make all the dumplings for the lunch meal!
Looking at Cheng Susu who was sighing, Song Huan felt that she was indescribably cute and cute.
"Okay, okay, madam, don't be anxious."
"My husband has a magical tool that ensures that my wife can get twice the result with half the effort and make dumplings for the whole family in minutes!"
"Is it really that fast?" Cheng Susu was doubtful, "Aren't you lying?"
"Of course not!" Song Huan smacked his chest and vowed, "It's like a puppy to lie to people!"
"Madam, hurry up and prepare the meat filling. My husband will make you a magic dumpling making tool right now."
Cheng Susu was doubtful: "A magical tool for making dumplings?"
"What it is?"
"It can't be something you just made up just to coax me!"
Song Huan pretended to be displeased: "When did I make up anything about your husband?"
As he spoke, Song Huan found two bamboo boards in the kitchen, used a knife to cut the bamboo boards into two semicircular shapes, and drilled two holes in them.
Then, he found two ropes for hanging bacon and tied the two semicircular bamboo boards together.
"Here, it's done."
Looking at the two simple bamboo boards in Song Huan's hand, Cheng Susu was slightly disappointed.
"That's it, that's it?"
"Is this the legendary dumpling-making artifact?"
"How do you make dumplings with this thing?"
Looking at Cheng Susu who was downcast and disappointed, Song Huan smiled mysteriously.
"If you look down on it now, you'll taste really good later."
"It smells really good?" Cheng Susu was a little confused, "What smells really good?"
Song Huan smiled and said nothing, but took out a piece of dumpling wrapper and placed it on the two bamboo boards that had just been spliced together.
Then, he took another piece of meat filling and placed it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper.
Finally, Song Huan made a "snap" sound and closed the two semicircular bamboo boards toward the middle at the same time.
When he opened it again, a round, white and fat dumpling like a gold ingot suddenly appeared!
"Wow!"
Cheng Susu's eyes lit up and she took the dumpling-making artifact with great joy.
"This thing looks unattractive, even a little crude!"
"Why was it so easy for you to use it just now?"
“It’s more than twice as fast as making dumplings than usual!”
"How come I've never seen such a good thing before!"
Song Huan grinned: "I told you, I would never make up anything about your husband, right?"
The two smiled at each other and started working immediately.
As the saying goes, if men and women match, work will not be tiring.
The two of them rolled out the dumpling wrappers and made the dumplings, and they worked together very well.
After a while, several large plates of dumplings were neatly arranged on the chopping board.
Just as Song Huan was about to light a fire to cook the underwater dumplings, he suddenly heard Cheng Susu behind him shout in surprise.
"ah!"
"Who is sneaking around outside!"
