Song Wanyue mixed a large pottery pot filling and asked Xiao Si to go to the dining room.

Song Si happened to come out of the house and walked towards the kitchen. When he saw Xiao Si holding a large pottery pot filling like flying, he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it for a moment.

"Young Master Gu..."

When Song Wanyue heard the footsteps, she called out without raising her head.

"Here, come!"

Gu Yi walked over Song Si and quickly walked into the kitchen, "Little girl, what's the matter?"

"Call your people to the dining room to make dumplings."

"ah?"

Gu Yi stood there in a daze.

"Whoever makes dumplings today will be hungry if they don't want to make them. Not only this meal, but also doesn't need to eat at night, and you can't drink water."

"Then, what about me, what about me?"

Then Song Wanyue looked up at him and said slowly, "I'll teach you."

Gu Yi wailed in his heart. He didn't like eating dumplings, really, he didn't like them at all.

Seeing that his face was wrinkled together, Song Wanyue curled her lips invisibly, "Why, don't you want to learn?"

"I want to learn, I want to learn."

Gu Yi nodded immediately and felt like he was pounding garlic. He now had no money for private money, so he couldn't even go out and buy pastries.

When I think of pastries, I think of Xue Meiniang.

If I knew that the little girl would do this trick, I should have eaten the ten or eight Xue Meiniang without hesitation and fill her stomach.

Gu Yi straightened his chest without any guilt, went out with a "strong and proud" attitude, stood in the yard and shouted, "Everything comes out!"

Six servants and two coachmen who were hiding in the wings on both sides came out in an instant.

"I washed my hands and went to the dining room to make dumplings. I ate as much as I can't make them. Don't eat lunch and evening meals."

The eight people were stunned and looked at their young master in disbelief. They must have heard it wrong. How could the young master let them make dumplings by themselves?

"You heard it right, you just want to make dumplings..."

As he said that, patted his chest, "Your master, I am no exception. I will eat as much as I can."

"Shao, Shao, Shao, Shao, Shao, Master..."

A servant stuttered, "I, we haven't made dumplings either. I, we only ate them, have eaten them."

"Nonsense, I've eaten it even after all. There are so many people in us, and only the little girl can make it alone, so I'm still exhausted? So I'll eat my own bag."

“We can skip eating.”

A servant muttered.

Gu Yi immediately looked over, "What did you say?"

"No, I didn't say anything. The young master asked us to pack it, so we pack it."

Gu Yi was satisfied, "Everyone went to wash your hands."

In the kitchen, Song Si felt that it was a bit difficult for these people to make dumplings, so he wanted to plead for them, "Yue'er..."

"Grandpa, my dad, second uncle, and elder brother, do you and second brother in our family know how to cook?"

Song Si shook his head, "No."

The Song family does not have the family style of men not cooking, so even he sometimes helps with cooking at home.

"So, you can't be used to their lazy habits."

It seemed that this was true. Song Si swallowed the words of pleading for them and took the kneaded noodles to the dining room.

After putting the basin down, I remembered that something was wrong just now. Xiao Si was just a child, so why was he still marching like a flying pot with a large pot of pottery filling? I thought about that day on the road, Xiao Si knocked himself unconscious and something flashed through his mind.

"Xiao Si, put the panels."

The thing that flashed in his mind was interrupted by Song Wanyue, and he couldn't remember it no matter how hard he thought about it.

Looking at Xiao Si inquiry, he was shorter than Song Shen and thinner. Even Song Shen may not be able to walk vigorously. How did he do it?

Xiao Si noticed his inquiry eyes and thought he had done something wrong. He saw it and was so scared that he shrank behind Gu Yi.

"What are you doing behind me?"

Gu Yi asked angrily, what kind of servant he had raised? Shouldn’t he lead the way and save him, the young master, from the fire?

"There is something wrong with Young Master Song looking at me."

Xiao Si hid behind him and said in a trembling voice.

Gu Yi looked at Song Si, saw the exploration in his eyes, tightened his hand holding the rolling pin slightly, and then asked with a smile, "Brother, what's wrong? What's wrong with him? Tell me, I'll punish him!"

"I was wondering, how could he knock me out all of a sudden that day?"

I thought he was looking for a debt, but Xiao Si was scared to tears.

But Gu Yi heard the implication and smiled and "explained": "The servants who follow me can do a few tricks. My father was afraid that I would encounter any danger on weekdays, so he asked them to learn it."

So that's how it was. Song Si's doubts were dispelled and he said without changing his expression, "Make dumplings."

Gu Yi pulled Xiao Si out from behind and gave him the rolling pin in his hand, "Go ahead."

Xiao Si, who had just experienced the frightened terror,...

He almost cried again, neither could he.

"You two groups in groups, one rolls the dough and the other makes dumplings. It's very simple, just look at me and my elder brother."

Everyone looked at them in unison.

Song Si took a piece of dough, put it on the chopping board and kneaded it, cut it evenly, flattened it, rolled out a dumpling skin in a few seconds and handed it to Song Wanyue.

Song Wanyue held it in her hand, pressed and squeezed it with both hands, and made a dumpling like ingots.

Everyone's eyes lit up in unison, making dumplings is much simpler than rolling dough.

"I make dumplings."

The eight people blurted out almost in unison, and only the poor little Si looked at them with a rolling pin in tragic manner.

Gu Yi frowned, "Old rules..."

All eight people were gone.

They all came back soon, some were happy, some were sad.

"Come on, I'll teach you."

Song Si said in a gentle voice, slow motion, and re-rolled a dough, and told them the key points while rolling it out.

The servant followed the eyeballs and learned very seriously. However, as soon as he started, the dough was stuck to the rolling pin, or a hole was pulled out of the dough.

Gu Yi felt that he was out of sight, and Song Si was still patiently teaching them.

"I rolled it out."

A servant shouted happily, and rolled out the almost long strips of dough for everyone to see.

“Not bad, very good.”

Song Si smiled and encouraged. The servant was greatly encouraged and rerolled the other one with joy.

"Little girl, teach me."

Gu Yi took the opportunity to pick up a dough that Song Si rolled in and came to Song Wanyue's side.

"First put the dough in the palm of your hand, put the filling on it, then close your hands and use your thumbs to force it..."

Song Wanyue taught him step by step. After Gu Yi put the filling in, he learned that her hands were put together, and then he used both thumbs to squeeze out the meat filling with one stroke.

Song Wanyue,...
Chapter completed!