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Chapter 229 - Chapter 229 229. Lying dumplings and Ba Erduo_1

Chapter 229: 229. Lying dumplings and Ba Erduo_1 Chapter 229: 229. Lying dumplings and Ba Erduo_1 Could lard scraps be anything but delicious?

Seventh Uncle leisurely scooped out all the oil from the pot, then fished out the crispy lard scraps after letting them drain.

Thinking of his foolish disciple, he even set aside two plates, “Qiaoqiao, do you want the sweet or the salty one?”

Qiaoqiao paused in the middle of rolling dough, then asked in confusion, “Can’t I have both?”

At this remark, Aunt Lianhua couldn’t help but laugh, while Seventh Uncle grumbled, “Your little brain, if it’s not about food, it’s about play, no ambition at all.”

Yet, even as he spoke, he obediently sprinkled white sugar and salt on the two plates of lard scraps, respectively.

Song Tan couldn’t resist anymore and pinched off a piece, the crispy and fragrant taste mingling with that oily chewiness, melting the light grains of salt upon chewing, feeling content from body to soul.

Even though the pork wasn’t top-notch, for her, it was enough to savor the flavor.

Lard scraps should be eaten while hot. Qiaoqiao had already washed her hands and was hurrying over.

While they were eating, Zhang Yanping, who had been sleeping, suddenly came out of the room, groggy, leaning against the doorframe:

“It smells so good, what are you all eating?”

Before long, Xin Jun, who had vowed to control her diet that evening after gaining several pounds, also followed suit.

Although gaining weight before marriage was not ideal, just a little taste shouldn’t be too excessive, right?

The two plates of lard scraps were quickly emptied, and as they eyed the remaining scraps on the cutting board, Seventh Uncle hurried them along:

“Go, go, go! Don’t delay my dumpling making.”

He then lifted two thick-backed cleavers and started chopping furiously.

The lard scraps were soon minced, and Zhang Yanping, eager to please the chef, even pondered:

“That cleaver looks heavy! Seventh Uncle, are your arms sore? Later, let Tantan get you a mixer.”

Seventh Uncle glanced at him, “Machines are for lazy people; they can’t mix meat with the right texture for a good chew. Don’t cause trouble.”

“If you really can’t sleep and have nothing better to do, go wash your hands and make dumplings.”

Zhang Yanping: …

He honestly went to wash his hands.

While at it, he didn’t forget to compliment again, “Seventh Uncle, even fairies wouldn’t be able to sleep with this aroma.”

The lard scraps were mixed with squeezed dry cabbage and blended with soy sauce and freshly fried Sichuan pepper oil. Even without salt, the fragrance of freshness, crispiness, and pepper was overwhelming.

Qiaoqiao, holding her petite rolling pin, quickly rolled out a piece of dough, with a substantial pile already beside her.

It was only when everyone sat down in a circle that Seventh Uncle evenly sprinkled salt into the basin, mixing it while also reminding Qiaoqiao:

“Remember, if the cabbage isn’t tasty enough, add some monosodium glutamate to enhance the flavor. And remember the salt, it mustn’t be added too early, or it’ll draw out all the water from the cabbage, leaving the dumplings watery and lacking chewiness.”

Qiaoqiao kept moving, humming affirmatively, clearly taking in the lesson.

Zhang Yanping was now fully awake. He reached for a dumpling wrapper, carefully added a dollop of filling, then pinched it closed, placing it on the empty cutting board where the dumpling naturally lay flat.

Seeing this, Aunt Lianhua couldn’t help but chuckle, “I thought with your tall and robust stature, Yanping, you wouldn’t manage the household in the future.”

Zhang Yanping was taken aback, “How could that be?”

He said with pride, “I like to be in charge. Even after I’m married, I’ll still be the head of the household!”

Xin Jun glanced at him and recalled something her mother had once muttered under her breath, she carefully shaped a dumpling and cautiously placed it next to the one made by Zhang Yanping.

However, the diligently placed plump dumpling, after only struggling for a moment, soon also lay flat and spread out.

At this point, everyone started laughing, “Ah yo, what’s with the young men nowadays? None can manage a household!”

“Look, if the dumpling can’t stand up, it means the man of the house is lacking authority.”

Song Tan was curious, “Is that saying accurate?”

“Absolutely!” Aunt Lianhua firmly believed in it, “Don’t believe it, Tantan? Try making one yourself.”

Seventh Uncle also nodded, “Old sayings are based on something.”

Song Tan quickly made a dumpling, and even if her skills were lacking, resulting in less filling, the dumpling remained steadfast and unwavering when she slightly pushed it with her thumb and placed it on the chopping board.

It was a striking contrast to the two flattened dumplings beside it.

Song Tan: Very well, she now unilaterally declares this proverb to be true. Fairy Tan was meant to run the household, wasn’t she?

Xin Jun seemed somewhat resigned, but Zhang Yanping was not convinced, “No way! The filling wasn’t good in that dumpling just now, watch me make another one.”

“…Wrong, isn’t it because the filling shouldn’t be too much? Look, Tantan’s dumpling had so little!”

“…Why is it still not working? Is there some trick to bending it with the thumb pad?”

After laboring all night long, with a chopping board full of unevenly flattened dumplings, Seventh Uncle finally lost patience, “Enough, enough, you have to accept it, Dough Ears!”

Zhang Yanping felt frustrated and anxious.

However, he soon regained his confidence, “It’s all nonsense, just a rural saying. Just wait and see, I’ll find a girl with a really strong temper, the kind who wouldn’t dare to talk back, and we’ll see how she manages my household!”

“If that doesn’t work, go back to sleep, you single dog,” said Song Tan as she arranged the dumplings, looking at him coolly.

“Woof, woof, woof!”

The three treasures on the floor also excitedly wagged their tails and barked upon hearing the word “dog.”

Zhang Yanping: …I feel like they are mocking me, but I have no proof.

We’re all single dogs, why the haste to confront each other? Especially since Tantan also doesn’t have a partner!

However, he naturally didn’t dare to say this out loud. At this moment, he could only awkwardly change the topic:

“Speaking of which, Tantan, those who go fishing catch nothing every day, have you considered giving them some bait or something?”

“They persevere despite never catching anything, don’t you wonder why?”

Zhang Yanping fell silent.

Why indeed? For a bite to eat, of course! His daily share of food expenses with Seventh Uncle had increased considerably.

“But if they keep failing to catch anything, I’m worried that the new recruits won’t be inclined to join.”

That was also true, those who had come knew the quality here. But those who hadn’t would always hesitate.

After a moment’s thought, Song Tan simply put down her dumplings and stepped outside. When she returned, she spoke to Zhang Yanping:

“Underneath a few bricks by the flower bed outside our gate, dig up a few small red earthworms the day after tomorrow and give them to them. Don’t give too many, just a small one for each person will do.”

She had just imbued the earthworms underneath with some Spiritual Energy, which, when used for fishing, would hopefully lead to a bountiful catch.

To harvest chives, one should first nurture them well!

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