Chapter 14

Qian Mingying sat on the kang because Tian Xiaoku said, "You don't know how to make dumplings. You're a hindrance!"

Qian Mingying frowned. That's right, I really don't know how to make dumplings.

Although the Sapiens had scanned the materials, it didn't mean that I know how to make dumplings.

But logically speaking, Tian Xiaoku should be preparing in the kitchen. There was a high-waisted table that could be used to make noodles and chop vegetables. But Tian Xiaoku said, "Cold, loser!"

She asked Qian Mingying to take out the square table from the lower room. But Qian Mingying couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. You're chopping vegetables for a while, and you're looking at me. What's the meaning of this?

Do you think I'm chopping vegetables?

Tian Xiaoku's face was red, and she looked happy. Qian Mingying was even more confused. Even if Tian Xiaoku didn't hate her deeply, it couldn't be solved by a meal!

After chopping for a while, Tian Xiaoku saw Qian Mingying looking at her. She didn't know why, but she suddenly blushed. In her dream, Qian Mingying was doing manual labor.

"Well, you do it!"

Tian Xiaoku handed the kitchen knife in her hand to Qian Mingying. The kitchen knife was made of cast iron, so it was heavy!

Tian Xiaoku didn't feel good for a while. Tian Xiaoku was also puzzled. Why did she become so delicate after a dream? If there was anyone to blame, it was her in the dream!

Tian Xiaoku looked up at Qian Mingying.

Looking at Tian Xiaoku holding the knife and looking at her, Qian Mingying couldn't help but twitch her mouth. It was Tian Xiaoku who didn't let her move, and now it was Tian Xiaoku who asked for help.

But Qian Mingying still got off the kang. To be honest, it was really uncomfortable to sit on the kang like a boss. She didn't know how the old and young men in the village could sit still.

As soon as Qian Mingying took the kitchen knife, her eyes became focused. She raised her hand and chopped the knife. Dang, dang, dang. A beautiful melody in the room, the sound made Tian Xiaoku a little fascinated.

"Little sister-in-law, how about this?"

Qian Mingying saw the cabbage was broken to the point of water. to avoid chopping it, it would become juice, so she quickly stopped chopping, and asked Tian Xiaoku....

... so fast? ".

Tian Xiaoku looked at the vegetable block. How long had it been? Why had the cabbage become so thin? It was so small that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"Okay, okay!

There will be no more cabbage if you chop it again. I will make some water, and you can chop the meat filling! "Tian Xiaoku said.

"Chop it like this too?"

Qian Mingying frowned and asked. Chopping the meat filling was really not difficult. It was not as difficult as practicing the basic swordsmanship. Qian Mingying said it was just a piece of cake, and it didn't take much effort at all.

"Yes, yes, chop it like this!"

Tian Xiaoku squeezed the cabbage bit by bit with a filter cloth and put it into the earthen pot. If she wanted to satisfy Qian Mingying's terrible appetite, she couldn't make less noodles, and she had to make more meat filling.

The sound of chopping meat was heavier. When Tian Xiaoku began to knead the dough, Qian Mingying had already made the meat filling.

"Kneading the dough?" Qian Mingying looked at Tian Xiaoku's difficult expression, and couldn't help asking.

"Yes!"

Tian Xiaoku wiped the sweat off his forehead. The large enamel basin was used to knead the flour, and it weighed at least four to five kilograms. It was very strenuous to knead the flour. The flour was not very white, and there were even some bran. However, this was the first time Qian Mingying had seen it. She had always thought that cornmeal was the best flour.

"You go and make something else, and I will do it!"

Qian Mingying took the enamel pot and began to knead it instantly. Looking at the obedient dough in Qian Mingying's hands, Tian Xiaoku could only step back, "Okay, then you knead it, and I will go and see how the stewed wolf bones are going!"

Hearing Tian Xiaoku's words, Qian Mingying nodded.

She didn't know if it was Qian Mingying's illusion, but Tian Xiaoku was not on guard against her at all. However, Qian Mingying thought that she was just a nine-year-old orphan girl. What was there to be on guard against?

Therefore, she concentrated on kneading the dough, and tried to knead the small pieces inside.

"Okay, okay, let the dough wake up in the pot, and then we will make it!" Tian Xiaoku came into the room and saw that Qian Mingying was still kneading the dough, and couldn't help but say.

Hearing that, Qian Mingying was puzzled. Wake up?

Dough can be kneaded, and when it falls asleep?

Forgive the interstellar children, they don't have long-term contact with people, and many things are different. They have to learn slowly.

Qian Mingying washed her hands and went to the kang. She drank water from an enamel pot with a five-pointed star on it. It was brought back by Qian Mingying's father after he retired from the army.

As for Tian Xiaoku, he mixed the stuffing. The smell of the stuffing filled the room, causing Qian Mingying to keep sniffing as she drank the water.

"It smells good, little sister-in-law!" Qian Mingying said.

Hearing Qian Mingying's words, Tian Xiaoku's hands paused. She raised her head and glanced at Qian Mingying. "Can you not call me little sister-in-law?"

Hearing that, Qian Mingying looked from the enamel pot to Tian Xiaoku. Looking at her yellow hair, which was a little messy because she was busy, Qian Mingying couldn't help but ask, "If I don't call you little sister-in-law, what should I call you?

Sister? "

Hearing that, Tian Xiaoku raised her head and looked at Qian Mingying's bright eyes. Those eyes looked a little cold at first, but they were a little tender when you looked at them carefully. "Xiaoku."

"Hmm?"

Qian Mingying raised his eyebrows in confusion and frowned. Tian Xiaoku walked over. "Don't be like an old man at such a young age!" Tian Xiaoku smoothed Qian Mingying's eyebrows as she said that.

Qian Mingying shrank back. "Little sister-in-law!"

The safe distance between people was over. Qian Mingying and his comrades should be kept 50 centimeters away from each other unless it was necessary.

"Xiaoku!" Tian Xiaoku looked at Qian Mingying with bright eyes.

Qian Mingying glanced at Tian Xiaoku's eyes and nodded. "Okay!

Sister Xiaoku! "

"No, it's Xiaoku!"

Tian Xiaoku corrected him again. Qian Mingying's veins on his forehead were about to pop out. This little sister-in-law must be crazy.

"Okay, Xiaoku!" Qian Mingying shouted.

Tian Xiaoku left with satisfaction and went to the table. "Come here, I'll teach you how to roll the skin. I'll wrap it!"