"Who said I didn't have a chance, I heard that Zuo Mi is also a person for the New Year, and I plan to go over tomorrow to accompany him."

"Isn't tomorrow Chinese New Year's Eve?" Mu Wan asked.

"That's right, Chinese New Year's Eve, while the Chinese New Year's Eve is taking advantage of it, my ears are clean for a few days, and I can't stand it...... Hey, no, that woman dropped something, I have to go over and see, you ...... You get busy first. ”

Before Mu Wan could speak, Shen Xiaoxiao had already hung up the phone.

Mu Wan glanced at the time, yes, tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, Gu Yichen should return to China, right?

The next day, when Mu Wan woke up, she was pulled over by Grandma Mu and rolled the dumpling skin.

When Mu Wan saw Grandma Mu making dumplings, she couldn't help but be cheap, and she took one herself, but it was just her dumpling...... Like a fan.

Grandma Mu has told her the way more than once, but ...... Every time she passed by Mu Wan's hand, it was either a grenade or a fan.

Seeing this, Grandma Mu couldn't help sighing: "Forget it, you just roll the skin, the dumplings you wrapped are also leaking in the cooking pot." ”

Mu Wan was very satisfied with her masterpiece, took out her mobile phone to take a few photos, and sent them to Song Lian.

When Song Lian was chasing the drama in the living room, WeChat rang, and after seeing the photos sent by Mu Wan, she couldn't help laughing, and said to Gu Yichen and Gu Tingyuan on the side of the sofa: "Hey, look, Wan sent it." ”

Seeing this, Gu Tingyuan couldn't help but frown: "What is this?" ”

Gu Yichen stared at the mobile phone screen and asked quietly: "Dumplings?" ”

"You really guessed it right, you see what Wan said below, it's really dumplings, why do I look so much like a grenade, hahaha."

Hearing this, Gu Tingyuan blocked Song Lian's sight, and when he saw that she couldn't close her mouth when she smiled, he interrupted: "Don't laugh, your bag may look like something." ”

"What do you mean?" Song Lian put down her mobile phone, turned over and rode on Gu Tingyuan's lap: "For the Chinese New Year, you want to quarrel, right?" ”

Gu Tingyuan was ridden under his wife in front of so many servants, and he hugged her and put her aside: "Don't make trouble." ”

"It's you, or me!" After Song Lian finished speaking, she stood up from the sofa, turned back to Yun's mother and said, "How many dumplings are there?" ”

"Ma'am, are you going to cook it now?"

"What to boil, I'll wrap one." Saying that, Song Lian glanced at Gu Tingyuan with a little provocation and walked into the kitchen.

"Ma'am...... Or my bag, right? ”

Yun Ma said, glanced at Song Lian, and the implication was: What I pack is also what you pack, it's all the same.

However, Song Lian ignored it, went into the kitchen, and asked Yun Ma to do a few demonstrations, afraid that the dumpling filling would get on her hands, so she took two chapters of dumpling wrappers and glued them together, and the shape of the final package was indeed different from Yun Ma's.

Song Lian couldn't help but frown, she didn't seem to be satisfied with this appearance, she looked too bloated.

Then he learned Yun's mother's movements and pinched it a few times, and found that it was quite cute after not like dumplings, so he held the dumplings with satisfaction and walked in front of Gu Tingyuan: "Husband, look at this." ”

Hearing this, Gu Tingyuan put down the book in his hand, and stared at her palm for a few seconds: "Hedgehog? ”

"Hedgehogs are also better than grenades!"

As she spoke, Song Lian took a picture of her dumplings and sent them to Mu Wan.

"Grandma, look, my mother-in-law's dumplings."

Hearing this, Grandma Mu squinted and stared at the phone screen for a few seconds: "What is this?" ”

"Dumplings." Mu Wan explained.