Chapter 143 Making Dumplings (2/2)

Yan Yu's heart, which was as cold and hard as iron on the outside, was instantly filled with warmth and tenderness.

He locked the gate behind him, shutting out the wind and snow completely.

He strode to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), took off his coat, which was still damp with cold air, and tossed it aside. With a long reach, he scooped Ruan Tang, rat and all, into his arms.

"Yes, I'm back."

He buried his face in Ruan Tang's warm neck, inhaling deeply her sweet and soft scent, his voice low and content, "Are you hungry? We'll make dumplings tonight."

"I'm hungry!" Ruan Tang hugged his neck and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, her voice crisp and sweet. "Grandma has already prepared the dough, and we're just waiting for your special meat filling, brother!"

A smile finally appeared on Yan Yu's lips, a smile he himself didn't even realize.

He gently placed Ruan Tang on a small stool by the kang (a heated brick bed), then walked to the kitchen and skillfully rolled up his sleeves.

The piece of premium pork belly that I specially saved yesterday has already been thoroughly cleaned by Granny Puppet.

Yan Yu picked up a kitchen knife; those hands, which could precisely control everything in the apocalypse, were now only for the person he cherished.

A series of rapid "thump-thump-thump" sounds rang out in the kitchen, so fast that only the flash of the knife could be seen, not its shadow.

In just a few minutes, a large piece of pork was transformed into a uniform minced meat with alternating layers of fat and lean meat.

He picked up a plump, fresh cabbage, chopped it into thin strips, sprinkled it with salt, and squeezed it gently to remove all the excess water.

The whole process was smooth and incredibly efficient.

Ruan Tang sat on a small stool next to him, resting her chin on her hand, watching with great interest.

She felt that even the way her brother cooked was so handsome that it was impossible to look away.

Little White had already jumped from her arms onto the table, stood upright, and put its two little front paws behind its back, looking just like a supervisor, strutting back and forth with a serious expression.

When it saw Yan Yu put the minced scallions, ginger, and various seasonings into the meat filling and stir it in one direction, it nodded in satisfaction and made a "squeak" sound of praise.

Yan Yu couldn't be bothered with this drama queen.

He picked up a tiny bit of the seasoned minced meat with the tip of his chopsticks, tasted it, and found it to be just the right amount of salty.

Yan Yu carried the bowl of filling and the dough, and strode to the table in the main room.

"Come here, let's make dumplings."

"Okay!"

Ruan Tang ran over excitedly to wash her little hands and joined in.

Yan Yu rolled out the dough at a speed that was like magic. He turned the dough ball with his left hand and the rolling pin in his right hand flew up and down, and dumpling wrappers of exactly the same size and thickness kept popping out from his hands.

Ruan Tang followed his example, picked up a piece of dough, and clumsily stuffed it with filling.

But she had small hands and little strength. Either she put too much filling in and the dumplings wouldn't close properly, or the dumplings she made were oddly shaped, limp and lifeless in her hands, so ugly that even she disliked them.

She puffed out her cheeks in frustration and glared angrily at the "failed product" in her hand.

Yan Yu stopped what he was doing, silently walked behind her, and pulled her into his arms from behind.

His warm chest pressed against her back, and a large hand gently enveloped her mischievous little hand, guiding her to squeeze it together.

"Here, use the tiger's mouth to tuck it in."

Yan Yu's large hand covered Ruan Tang's small hand, enveloping her restless hand and face completely.

His warm chest pressed against her back, his deep voice, hot and sultry, almost brushing against her ear. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)