Pig Killer

"Wow..." The raccoon looked at the dumplings from top to bottom, "Can I get you some dumpling wrappers?"

"Can you do it?" Shen Hui'e looked at her with a raised eyebrow and said, "Your head is not high enough, so you can't use your strength." Then she added, "Try it first."

"Oh!" The cat slave raised his arm and pressed the clay pot, but he couldn't exert any strength. He used all his strength and finally turned out a dumpling skin while panting from exhaustion.

"Wait for me to ask your Uncle Liu to get a rolling pin, then you can learn to roll the dumpling skins." Shen Hui'e said with amusement as she looked at her gasping for breath.

"Rolling pin?" Li Nu looked at her in confusion and asked.

"It's a little thinner than your arm, a foot long wooden stick, polished and smooth, use it to roll out the dough." Shen Hui'e gestured on the chopping board, "Roll it back and forth, and it will become a dumpling wrapper like this."

"Now we can only use the clay pot." Li Nu put his hands on the edge of the clay pot.

"Yes!" Shen Hui'e took the clay pot, turned it and pressed it, and thus "rolled" a lot of dumpling skins.

Li Nu was unwilling to give up and continued to use the clay pot to make the dumpling skins with great effort.

"Work slowly," Shen Hui'e reminded her.

"Oh!" The raccoon slave responded, his face turning red from trying so hard to suppress his anger.

Seeing this, Shen Hui'e shook her head and laughed, what a silly girl, just let her be.

This time I used too much force and the dumpling skin stuck to the bottom of the clay pot. When I peeled it off, the dumpling skin looked horrible.

"This can't be wrapped." Li Nu looked at her nervously with red eyes.

"Roll the dumpling wrappers into a ball and flatten them, then you can continue to use them." Shen Hui'e looked at her gently and said, "Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay, if it breaks, we can just make a new one!" Then she added, "If there is a problem, let's solve it."

Li Nu rolled the dumpling wrapper into a ball and flattened it on the chopping board.

"Look, now we can make the clay pot again!" Shen Hui'e looked at her gently and said, "Go slowly at the beginning, don't be in a hurry." She quickly added, "Sprinkle some flour on the dough, so that it won't stick to it and make it difficult to peel off."

"Oh!" Li Nu pinched some flour from the coarse earthenware bowl and sprinkled it on the dough.

Sure enough, it succeeded this time.

"Look, the dumpling skin is round and nice." Shen Hui'e praised generously, but the speed is really slow!

She had finished wrapping the dumpling skins. Shen Hui'e reached out and took the clay pot from her hand, "Come on! Give me the clay pot."

"Mother, we are back." Da Chong came over with a basket and looked at the things on the chopping board. "Mother, what delicious food are you cooking?"

"Dumplings." Shen Hui'e looked at them with eyes as bright as spring and said, "Pork and chive filling." She urged, "Come and help me make the dumpling wrappers."

"I'm going to wash my hands." The big tiger ran towards the yard.

"Aunt, we're back." Cheng Donglai looked at her with his dark, clear eyes.

"Why are you leaving? These dumplings are for you." Shen Hui'e stopped them immediately after hearing this.

"Go wash your hands and come help me. I can't handle it alone." Shen Hui'e looked at them with her dark eyes and said, "If you want to eat earlier, you all have to come and make dumplings."

Shen Hui'e looked at them in a daze and said, "Go wash your hands." Then she gently said, "Thanks to your help in the spring plowing, this is a reward for you." She urged them, "Go quickly."

"Hey!" Cheng Donglai and the others also entered the yard and came out after washing their hands.

"What are we going to do?" Da Chong was the first to come back and asked his mother.

"Are you making the dumpling wrappers or making dumplings?" Shen Hui'e looked at him with her bright dark eyes and asked.

"Dumpling skin?" Da Chong looked at her with a puzzled look on his face and asked.

"Brother, let me teach you." Li Nu taught his brother how to make dumpling wrappers.

Da Chong watched his sister's fiddling in amazement.

"Don't be in a daze, it's your turn." The raccoon slave handed him the clay pot.

"Oh oh oh!" Da Chong took the clay pot and started making dumpling wrappers.

"What should we do?" Cheng Donglai came out, shaking his wet hands and asked Shen Hui'e.

"Make dumplings like me." Shen Hui'e demonstrated with the dumpling wrapper, "Pinch the opening tightly like this."

"I feel like I'm clumsy and can't make dumplings like yours." Cheng Dong looked at his rough hands, and then at the plump and beautiful dumplings made by his aunt. They are called dumplings, right?

"As long as you hold it tightly, the shape doesn't matter. You can learn it slowly in the future." Shen Hui'e looked at them gently and said, "You must be hungry! Let's eat first."

"Let's try it." Cheng Donglai and his friends took the dumpling wrappers and started making dumplings.

It felt like my hands were even clumsier than my feet. After a lot of fumbling, I finally managed to pinch the dumpling tightly, but it didn't look very good.

It really can't be compared with the ones my aunt makes.

Shen Hui'e looked at them with eyes as bright as pearls and jade and said, "Don't be discouraged. Just wrap a few more and you'll get better. Practice makes perfect."

"I know." Cheng Donglai nodded slightly.

As expected, Cheng Donglai and his friends who were a little older had strong learning abilities. After teaching three or five of them, they were able to do it quite well.

Of course it is not in the shape of a gold ingot, but a long strip, like a fish.

"Isn't it too ugly?" Cheng Donglai said embarrassedly.

"No, no, it's great that we can make dumplings like this for the first time." Shen Hui'e looked at them with sincere eyes and said, "You'll gain experience if you make more." Then she reached out and bent their dumplings in the middle, "It doesn't look too long now."

"Like the moon." Li Nu looked at her with his crystal clear eyes and said.

"Li Nu is right." Shen Hui'e looked at her with a smile.

“But I still think the ones my aunt makes are the most beautiful.” Cheng Donglai said as he looked at them with his dark eyes.

"Then learn to make them. You will get it like this after a few times." Shen Hui'e taught them step by step, and by the time they finished making the dumplings, they had learned how to make them quite well.

"Mom, the water is boiling." Li Nu said, looking at the big iron pot.

"Then let's cook the dumplings." Shen Hui'e put the dumplings into the water with a smile on her face. "Make the fire bigger and add two more pieces of firewood."

"Hey!" The cat servant obediently picked up two pieces of firewood and carefully put them into the stove.

Because they were afraid that the flying ash would fly into the big iron pot.

"Go and bring the bowls and chopsticks over, we'll eat here." Shen Hui'e instructed the children.

"I'll go." Da Chong and Cheng Donglai ran into the house.

Shen Hui'e ordered cold water three times and watched the plump white dumplings tumbling in the big iron pot.

Shen Hui'e scooped up the dumplings with a wooden spoon. There was soup in them, so she needed to make a strainer to pour out the soup carefully.

"Big Bug, come and taste if they're cooked?" Shen Hui'e said as she put the dumplings into his bowl.

"Mother, I don't know how to tell when it's cooked?" The big insect said to her, holding a coarse earthenware bowl and chopsticks.