Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

Xiao Jinglin chose the very auspicious day of Chinese New Year's Eve to move into the new house. Mu Feichi gave the housekeeper a leave early in the morning and asked him to go home to have a New Year's Eve dinner with his relatives. new house.

The house is not far from Tianyu Mountain. The high-end villa group just developed by the Huo Group is not inferior to any military compound in terms of residents' privacy and security procedures.

Xiao Jinglin bought the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner early in the morning. Every year, the New Year's Eve dinner is usually cooked by his own family. If the Nuoda family can get together for dinner, they will take the initiative to help.

Mu Feichi pulled Yunxi out of the car, and the couplet written by Yunxi yesterday was pasted on the door of the house. The two upright couplets matched the big red lanterns at the door.

The exterior of the house looks similar to the Mu Mansion. It is a combination of Chinese and Western styles just blown up in this era. It is retro and simple but not simple, and there is a simple and strong Chinese flavor everywhere.

Hearing the doorbell, Xiaoer came out to open the door, and politely shouted to Yunxi: "Miss, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year! Where are the four and six?" This year, they will spend the New Year with Xiao Jinglin in Military Country together. I heard that there are ten of them, and they are all arranged in numbers. Each of them is an orphan adopted by Xiao Jinglin. The first name is only Xiao's surname given by the Xiao family.

"They're all helping inside, waiting for you to come over and make dumplings together!"

After entering the house, Yunxi glanced at the furnishing and decoration of the house. Although it was a well-decorated house bought in a hurry, the subsequent furnishings were not simple, grand and tasteful.

Xiao Jinglin heard the voice coming out of the kitchen, looked outside at the two people who had come quite early, wiped his hands, "The noodles are ready, I'll wait for you to come over to make dumplings, wash your hands quickly."

Yun Xi stared at the apron on Xiao Jinglin's body in surprise for a long time. She had never seen this pampered and gentlemanly man with such a casual side at home.

"Okay!" When she came back to her senses, she turned her head and dragged Mu Feichi into the kitchen to wash her hands. Xiaosi and Xiaoliu had already come out with the reconciled dough and stuffing.

The heating was turned on in the room, and Mr. Xiao also came down from the study upstairs to join the dumpling making camp.

There was a circle of people around Nuo Da's oval table, and they began to make dumplings with division of labor.

Standing between Mu Feichi and Xiao Jinglin, Yunxi looked left and right, but couldn't figure out the trick for a long time.

Making dumplings is really not her strong point.

Muyang Town is in the south, and they don't often eat dumplings. They eat wontons that can be shaped casually. This kind of dumplings requires skill, and the fillings are squeezed out with a little force. It really takes skill.

"So there are still you who don't know how to do it!" Mu Feichi squinted at the shepherd's purse dumpling that was squeezed out of juice in her hand, and stretched out his hand dumbfounded to help save the scene.

"This hand is pinching here, layer by layer, don't move this finger..."

This should have been taught by his parents when he was a child, Xiao Jinglin watched from the sidelines with sadness in his eyes.

"It's too difficult, I'd better wait and eat it!" I made a vegetable dumpling with fillings on the side, and it was especially eye-catching on the pile of dumplings full of plates.

"Be more patient and take your time!" Xiao Jinglin took a dumpling wrapper filled with shrimp and put it in her hand, leaning sideways and teaching her how to pinch the folds and how to make a round shape.

Mu Feichi glanced at it, then stood silently by the side, took the sterilized silver coins from the bowl, and wrapped them in the stuffing.

Mr. Xiao stopped what he was doing, and looked up at the harmonious father and daughter opposite. The Xiao family had reunion dinners for so many years, and only today did he feel the taste of real home.