Gold Medal Sweetheart

The preparations were almost complete. Tang Xin took the rolling pin from an old volunteer and volunteered to roll out the dumpling wrappers. "Let me do it."

"Hey, how's the new photographer?" Seeing Tang Xin come back, Zhang Meng gossiped about it.

"not so good."

Having never heard Tang Xin say anything bad about others, Zhang Meng paused while pinching the dumpling wrappers. "Not very good?"

"He was late for a group activity and was so arrogant that he asked others to pick him up."

After hearing her say this, Zhang Meng somewhat understood why she was angry, and then said, "The road east of the nursing home is under construction, and the team leader informed us in advance to take a detour. However, the team leader said that this person signed up for this event last night, and he forgot to tell the photographer."

"An activity that you just signed up for last night?"

"Yeah, I heard they heard about our team from a friend." Zhang Meng clapped her hands with immense pride, completely ignoring the flour that spilled from her palms onto her clothes. "I never thought we'd become so influential now."

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Tang Xin's face, "Is that so?"

Zhang Meng nudged Tang Xin with her elbow, expressing her strong disapproval of her self-deprecating attitude. "What's with that expression?"

"Look, everyone has made so many dumplings, but you are the slowest. You should stop talking." Tang Xin raised her chin for Zhang Meng to see.

Sure enough, everyone else's dumplings were already lined up, but Zhang Meng's dumplings were only half as many as the others. The nimble old volunteers smiled kindly upon hearing Tang Xin's words.

Zhang Meng looked down at the layers of dumpling wrappers and said worriedly, "Help me make a few too."

"I only know how to roll out dumpling wrappers, but I don't know how to make dumplings." Tang Xin frowned.

Having said that, Tang Xin still picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper and wrapped it up in the same way.

She scooped up some dumpling filling and pinched the dumpling wrapper from one side. However, while others could make beautiful and even wrinkles, she couldn't make it look good no matter how hard she tried. At the end, she found that there was too much filling and it was difficult to pinch it in. In the end, she stretched the dumpling wrapper with some difficulty and was able to force the filling in.

The small dumplings were wrapped with a thrilling mental journey. Tang Xin felt that what she was holding in her hand was not a dumpling, but a bomb that she dared not even squeeze hard.

Her melancholy look also attracted Zhang Meng to lean over to find out what was going on.

Click—the sound of a camera shutter paused everyone's actions, and everyone looked towards the door at the same time.

When the camera moved away from the man's face, although everyone could already tell who he was, the original sounds of laughter and chatter were replaced by silence after the appearance of this strange and handsome man.

"Hello everyone, I'm today's photographer. Am I disturbing you?" The man twitched his lips slightly. "Sorry, please don't worry about me. Just get on with your work."

Some of the experienced volunteers smiled and nodded, some simply greeted and welcomed them, and then continued to work on their own things.

Zhang Meng lifted a dumpling, leaned forward with her head lowered, and whispered, "Is this the photographer you were talking about?"

Seeing that Tang Xin didn't refute, Zhang Meng showed a look of contempt, "What kind of evaluation criteria are you using? Whether it's appearance or conversation, he seems to be a good person."

Zhang Meng clicked her tongue and shook her head at her. No wonder Miss Tang has always been single. It turns out that her aesthetic sense is so different from that of worldly people like them.

Tang Xin was too lazy to discuss this issue with Zhang Meng and put down the dumplings she had just wrapped. However, not only did the fennel half-exposed outside the dumplings make them look terrible, but they were also spineless. No matter how she positioned them, they looked like they were lying down as if they were about to die heroically.

Seeing Tang Xin, the mother, not accepting her fate, and helping the baby fall down again and again, Zhang Meng laughed so hard that she almost cried, "Isn't its nickname Adou?"

In fact, she didn’t mind Zhang Meng making fun of her, but she just said this in front of Jin Taize. Doesn’t she have any face?

So Teacher Tang quickly gave Zhang Meng a glare.