The Young Master’s Bride

For many people away from home, it is often not how much you like to eat this food, but that this is something from home.

Huo Qingge knows this feeling firsthand. During the years when she was free in foreign countries, she especially wanted to eat food from her hometown.

For example, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, short sugar biscuits, and dumplings...

"I have to ask Master Xiu about this."

Naren didn't know whether cooking was considered the dangerous category of Master Xiu, after all, his responsibility was to be responsible for Huo Qingge's safety.

Huo Qingge nodded. Mingxiu would spare part of his time every day for training, which he said was also the basis for his life.

As a result, Mingxiu naturally agreed, and Huo Qingge asked Naren to help her make dumplings. The dumplings were filled with pork and corn.

The stuffing is made by Naren, and the noodle making is also made under the guidance of Huo Qingge.

Huo Qingge could see that Ren Nong was quite happy, maybe the messy countertop was filled with noodles and meat, which was quite homely.

When making the bag, Huo Qingge also wanted Naren with him. He made a ugly bag at first, but after a few bags, Naren gradually became more beautiful. He also ostentatiously packed a good dumpling. Send it to Huo Qingge to show her.

Huo Qingge just smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

The dumplings were also cooked by Naren, and Huo Qingge could see that he was very excited when he looked at the white fat people.

When the dumplings came out of the pot, Huo Qingge also made the spicy oil and prepared a dish for Naren.

When Naren ate the first dumpling into his mouth, Huo Qingge saw that his eyes were red.

The level of himself and the stuffing is recognized as delicious, so Huo Qingge thinks Naren is homesick.

Huo Qingge didn't speak, and lowered his head to eat dumplings. They were really delicious.

Naren glanced at Huo Qingge, he stopped talking, and after eating three more dumplings, he opened his mouth.

"The dumplings you made are so delicious. I thought you could do nothing but look beautiful."

In Naren's eyes, a long beautiful woman is a vase, which confuses men.

"My son likes to eat dumplings stuffed with pork and corn. He will eat it every few days..."

Huo Qingge wrote this sentence on the tablet and handed it to Naren.

Thinking of the child, Huo Qingge's eyes fell lonely, reddening slightly, but she resisted crying.

You can't cry. When you cry, your tense nerves will loosen, and when you relax, she will collapse.

No one knows how hard her heart is. The feeling of sitting in a frying pan is really painful.

Naren opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to comfort him, but felt inappropriate, so he could only swallow two dumplings one after another.

When Mingxiu came in, what he saw was Huo Qingge's red eyes like a rabbit.

He glanced at the dumplings on the table. They were steaming and beautiful in shape. He was not a person who likes to eat dumplings. He had an appetite.

When Naren saw Mingxiu, he immediately stood up, filled a bowl with a few dumplings, and walked out.

Huo Qingge didn't expect Mingxiu to come, she still wanted to get along with Naren again...

Mingxiu sat there, took Huo Qingge's chopsticks directly, picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth.

Huo Qingge wants to stop it is too late, it is her chopsticks, what is this person's habit?

Mingxiu knew Huo Qingge and knew that she was good at cooking, but did not expect that the dumplings she made were so delicious.

The soup is full and has a special fragrance, especially the corn kernels are very sweet and waxy, and the filling is big and thin.