"Seriously, don't leave." Shui Miaomiao took out the mirror and asked Lan Jixuan to tidy it up. She persuaded from the side, "We will use it in a while, and we have to start packing. You are looking at us so much." There must be about a hundred people, it’s too busy.”
Lan Jixuan arranged his hair and returned the mirror to Shui Miaomiao, "I can't do it either."
"I'm here to teach you! Let's make the simplest one, ingot-style, with a festive name. Where are you, Hua Yixian?"
"Me?" Hua Yixian hesitated and pointed to the stove, "Don't let me get close to the fire. Everything is easy. When I see the firewood, I think of my kitchen flying in the sky. How pitiful."
Because it was an impromptu idea and I didn’t have much time, Leng Ningchi made a stuffing of cabbage and pork. The stuffing is ordinary, but has a strong home-cooked flavor, which is very suitable for eating during the winter solstice...
"Like this, like this, like this, let's see how simple it is!"
Well, it's quite simple.
Shui Miaomiao didn't know what to say, so she put down the round "Yuanbao" in her hand and took Lan Jixuan's hand. Hand-by-hand instructions were the most suitable.
"Me and me."
Shui Miaomiao raised her head and glanced at Hua Yixian, "Isn't Leng Ningchi teaching you? Study hard and seriously. You've already burst your skin. If you have a belly when you cook later, I'll treat it as your fault." Yes."
Hua Yixian lowered his head in aggrieved manner and went to ask Leng Ningchi for advice.
"Do you know how to do it?" Shui Miaomiao asked, "Do you need to demonstrate again?"
"No, I can do it."
Lan Jixuan eagerly dropped the dumplings in his hands, retracted his hand, took another piece of dough, and moved a step aside without leaving any trace.
Then he stared at the dough in his hand in a daze. It would be strange if he learned how to do it. Just now, Shui Miaomiao's breathing hit his neck.
"Here comes a spoonful of stuffing." Seeing that Lan Jixuan hadn't moved for a long time, Shui Miaomiao picked up a chopstick of stuffing and put it on Lan Jixuan's hand.
"Look at how good I am. One chopstick is just right, no more and no less."
Lan Jixuan chuckled and nodded, forget it, just wrap it up...
When making dumplings got better, the kitchen gradually became quiet.
Putting a white and tender 'Yuanbao' on the chopping board and arranging it, Shui Miaomiao realized the atmosphere of the kitchen belatedly.
It's not an accident.
What was unexpected was probably the excitement before making dumplings.
Everyone has a smile on their face, but not everyone is smiling from the heart. They are just forcing a smile to avoid worrying others.
It's normal to be quiet now.
Hua Yixian moved to Sanmao's side at some point. Shui Miaomiao looked at it, always thinking that Hua Yixian was afraid of Sanmao, so why did he take the initiative to get close to him?
"You, that one." Hua Yixian pointed at Sanmao's biceps, "How did you train that?"
"It's just practice." As soon as Sanzhuo spoke, the dumpling in his hand broke.
This was the first time. Sanmao exhaled heavily, not very happy.
However, Hua Yixian was not afraid and continued to ask: "Are you also the child next to Xianyan Immortal? Then are you the most powerful?"
"No, Yiyi is the most powerful, just like a slave."
You are so ordinary, let us define it how you want.
Hua Yixian lowered his head with a somewhat lonely expression, holding the dumplings in his hands tightly, afraid that they would fall apart in the pot?
"We are just slaves serving the Immortal Master Xianyan. Whether we are talking about being powerful or not, the one who is said to be powerful is naturally the Immortal Master Xianyan."
Sijun said, nodding towards Shui Miaomiao. He had just understood Shui Miaomiao's sudden intention to make dumplings. He didn't mind helping, they were all Miaomiao's friends.
When Xianyan Immortal was mentioned, Hua Yixian, Lan Jixuan, and Leng Ningchi all raised their heads instantly.
Xianyan Xianzun is a strong man. After being crushed in the Peach Blossom Spring, he thought he was powerful among his peers and they needed a template for a truly strong man.
Sibu told the story of Xianyan Xianzun. Regardless of whether it was true or false, Hua Yixian and the others listened attentively.
Shui Miaomiao's feelings about the story were just average, and she didn't aspire to be the strong one.
But the fourth child is really good. She was still worried about what to say at first, now that the fourth child has done the job. Shui Miaomiao leisurely counted the dumplings on the chopping board.
This is almost two hundred, so it should be enough to eat.
Can I go boil the water and heat the pot now? I'd better prepare some condiments first.
The sound of chopping vegetables sounded in the kitchen, which was not unexpected.
Everyone is still very focused.
Sanmao dropped the torn dough in his hand, left cautiously, walked towards Shui Miaomiao, and asked softly: "Do you need help?"
"Of course, I'm worried. With my current strength, how can I pour water into the pot?"
As night falls, the steaming dumplings come out of the pot, and the aroma is overflowing, attracting everyone.
Everyone was still confused, but Sibi had already silenced her voice.
In fact, there is no need to talk too much, just a few pointers are enough. Going too far is not enough. The main thing is that you have to figure it out yourself. Since everyone here is very talented and understanding, they should not be defeated by this.
"When you eat dumplings with wine, why don't you order two halves of garlic!"
Regarding Hua Yixian's proposal, everyone except Shui Miaomiao liked it. Who told Shui Miaomiao that she couldn't drink alcohol now.
In the courtyard, the night view was just right, with a crescent moon hanging over the sky full of stars.
"The moon is not round!" The drunk Leng Ningchi raised his glass and glared at the moon, and tears suddenly flowed down his face.
Among all the new students of Wanhuang Sect, she was the only one who survived, the rest were all buried in Peach Blossom Spring, and there were many people she knew among them.
After a long time, Leng Ningchi finally admitted that she had faced him. She started crying and threw the wine glass at the moon, but it fell not far away and broke into several pieces.
"Just wait for me. One day I will be strong enough to make you round!" Leng Ningchi quarreled with Yue Yue, and in a rare sight, he looked a bit naive.
Shui Miaomiao held back Leng Ningchi, who was about to stand up to fight with Yue Yue. Looking around, she knew that Hua Yixian's suggestion of a drink would turn into drinking to relieve her worries.
But the effects are at least good.
The three of them had different expressions, whether they were crying or laughing, but they should all be venting their anger.
They will face up to this experience, then treasure it, and then work hard for a better future.
The three of them were all drunk. Si Yan was responsible for sending Leng Ningchi back to the room, while San Mo carried Lan Jixuan and Hua Yixian away.
Shui Miaomiao stayed behind and was responsible for cleaning the battlefield. She didn't eat a few dumplings, so she just drank. She drank one or two until she fell unconscious.
"Oh, it's cold." Shui Miaomiao rubbed her belly, pitiful that she was still hungry.
"what to eat."
Suddenly remembering the sound in the dark night, Shui Miaomiao was so frightened that she picked up a plate of dumplings and threw them behind her.
Wait, why does this voice seem familiar?
Shui Miaomiao had already figured it out, but she still threw the plate out without hesitation.
Turning around reluctantly, Shui Miaomiao stretched out her hand, then withdrew her hand, and said with a forced smile: "Yi, Yi Yao Lingjun, how did you get in!"
