Luo Luo's answer made Yang Yan a little amused. She said that the teacher asked the mother to make dumplings with the baby, and then asked her father to shoot videos!

"Can't Dad make dumplings with you? Must you need mom?" Yang Yan asked with a funny look.

"Yeah!" Luo Luo also pointed his little head seriously and said to his father, "Teacher, I'm making dumplings!"

"Okay, then why don't dad wrap half of it first, so when my mother comes back, we can eat some to cushion the belly first. What do you think?" Yang Yan suggested.

However, Luo Luo's little man was very principled. She shook her two little hands hard and refused, "Well, Luo Luo wants to be with Moma!"

Looking at her nervous and anxious look, those who don’t know thought that her father would make a few dumplings and would not be able to complete today’s homework!

Well, Yang Yan could only smile helplessly.

He did not continue to persuade his daughter because it was just a trivial matter, so let Luoluo experience it. Yang Yan's personality is not necessarily in accordance with his own requirements!

...

After Xia Yu came back, her first reaction was the same as Yang Yan at that time.

"What? As long as your mother makes dumplings with you?" Xia Yu subconsciously felt that this request was unreasonable.

However, Luo Luo still nodded seriously: "Teacher!"

"Okay, mom will accompany you to make dumplings!" Xia Yu was more straightforward. She put down her bag, but she didn't change the casual clothes she was wearing. She just took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves and walked over.

"Hehe!" Luo Luo happily grabbed the edge of the table, jumped hard, and then looked at her mother with a smile.

"Come here, the dining table is too high!" Yang Yan saw his daughter jumping up and barely able to see the table. He walked to the children's room and moved out the game table he had bought for Luoluo to play with building blocks, and lay a plain tablecloth on it.

In front of this short-legged table, Luo Luo can make dumplings while standing without stepping on a chair.

Of course, Xia Yu felt a little aggrieved, and she had to move a small stool to sit down.

"Don't take a photo first. I haven't made dumplings for too long. Dad will give us some training first." Xia Yu sat there with a golden knife, holding a dumpling skin in his hand. However, she was a little confused about what to do next.

It’s not that she has made dumplings. Yang Yan used to make dumplings at home, and Xia Yu would do anything next to her if she had nothing to do, or she also made dumplings with her mother Lu in her hometown in Yang Yan Heyang.

However, Xia Yu's mind is not used to remember these kitchen skills, and forget them every time.

"You make some stuffing in the middle first, don't be too much." Yang Yan was holding his cell phone next to him and was about to record a few more shots, but now he had to wash his hands again, grab a dumpling skin, and demonstrate to Xia Yu and his daughter.

Luo Luo hadn't gotten started yet, and she didn't know how to do it. She just stood beside her mother, blinking curiously, and staring at her father intently.

Xia Yu also followed Yang Yan's actions and imitated step by step.

"No need to have too much, you have a little too much. If you can't wrap it up later, the filling will be squeezed out by you." Yang Yan stopped her.

Xia Yu dug some with a small spoon and showed it to Yang Yan: "Is this OK?"

"Now, it's a little less, but it doesn't matter. If you want to lose a little less, you can eat it. This should be easier to wrap it up, so you can try it first. Start from here, of course, according to your own habits, from left to right or right to left..." Yang Yan smiled and began to start from one side, folding the edges of the dumplings layer by layer, teaching Xia Yu to pinch the folds.

It doesn’t seem difficult. Xia Yu read it carefully and felt that he had learned it!

When Yang Yan put the wrapped dumplings on the steamer paper on the plate, Xia Yu pinched the dumplings in her hand with confidence.

However, sometimes, the actual situation is that the eyes tell you that you have learned it, but the hands say: No, you don’t!

When Xia Yu pinched it herself, she realized that the way to wrap the dumplings was not simple at all. She closed the dumpling skin, then moved her fingers. Then she raised her head in a daze and looked at Yang Yan blankly.

I'm stupid, which finger is pinching the folds?

Fortunately, Yang Yan and Xia Yu had such a tacit understanding, and their wife didn't even lift her butt. He probably could guess that she was going to fart.

"That's it!" Yang Yan smiled, gestured out of thin air with his hands, and gave Xia Yu a tip.

It was a combination of two hands. Xia Yu learned Yang Yan's technique and folded the dumpling skin on one side.

However, she immediately encountered a new problem. Her dumpling skin seemed to be covered with juice from leek meat filling, and it was not sticky at all. The folded dumpling skin, once she let go, she arched herself...

Is there something wrong?

Xia Yu frowned.

"Hehe, Moma won't." Luo Luo could see clearly. She was still holding the table, arched her little butt beside her and said with a smile.

Luo Luo doesn’t say sarcastic words, she is just saying the facts.

"This may be a bit difficult. It's okay. I'll teach you a simple way to make dumplings!" Seeing this, Yang Yan picked up a dumpling skin again and said with a smile, "This way, mother can do this. First pinch the middle, then use both hands to lift both sides, pinch it in the middle, and the dumplings will be wrapped!"

Yang Yan finished making a dumpling again. The method was simple and he only needed to pinch it twice. Of course, this dumpling was a little "simple" and was not as good as the dumpling just now.

Xia Yu tried again according to Yang Yan's new method, and according to Yang Yan's method of pinching harder, her first dumpling was finally successfully pinched!

"I remembered it!" Xia Yu looked at the dumplings that had finally succeeded in her hand. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she said happily, "I have made dumplings like this before, and this is how I made them!"

After reliving this familiar action, Xia Yu's memory that was left behind was reawakened!

"Then let it be! Leave it to you!" Yang Yan smiled and went to the kitchen to wash his hands, preparing to continue to be his photographer.

"Come on, Luoluo makes dumplings together!" Xia Yu had already arranged for Luoluo, and she put a dumpling skin on Luoluo's little hand.

The dumpling skin I bought has a very good touch. There is a layer of fine powder on it. When you touch it on your hands, it feels like a particularly soft and tender leather!

Luo Luo touched her with her other little hand curiously, then she raised her head and grinned with her mother in surprise.

"Put some stuffing here!" Xia Yu directly took a spoon and made some leek meat filling for Luo Luo on her dumpling skin. "This way you can wrap it. Wait a moment and come with your mother."

Xia Yu had just learned it, but now he has become a teacher.

Luoluo stood there obediently, waiting for her mother to prepare her dumpling skin.

Yang Yan came back, and he was not in a hurry because Gopro was posing on the table. He just needed to pick up his phone and take some interactive looks from Luo Luo and his mother.

"If you want to do this, don't worry." Xia Yu's movements were more skillful this time. She made dumplings every little while, then reached out her fingers and pointed them out.

To her surprise, Yang Yan was also surprised that Luo Luo learned more smoothly than Xia Yu. She had a small hand and it was a little hard to control a dumpling, but her movements were all accurate! It didn't take Xia Yu to explain, Luo Luo wrapped the dumpling skin herself!

"It seems that Luo Luo's bag is better than the ones made by her mother!" Yang Yan looked at the two newly put dumplings on the plate. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smiled.

Isn't it?

Xia Yu pinched her very hard, and there was only a thin layer left on the edge of her dumpling skin, which looked very asymmetrical!

Luo Luo's movements were very gentle. The dumplings she made were round and bulging. Although the edges were a little crooked, they looked decent and had the shape of dumplings!

After receiving praise from her father, Luo Luo's eyes shone with a thrill of excitement. She stretched out her little hand happily and shouted in a crisp voice: "I want it, I want it!"
Chapter completed!