You Are My Entire World

When school was over, before Taozi packed her schoolbag, Li Tingting poked her arm and whispered, "Taozi, your husband is here to pick you up after school."

Tao Zi looked outside the classroom, and it was really Shen Mochen standing there.

There were already several girls in the classroom looking out curiously, and Chen Xiaoxin, who was sitting behind them, also secretly looked at Shen Mochen.

Tao Zi hurriedly packed her schoolbag, ran out of the classroom bouncingly, took Shen Mochen's little hand, and said with a smile: "Let's go!"

Shen Mochen looked down at the hand that was tightly held by her, frowned, but did not break free.

When I got home, Tao Zi's mother happened to be making dumplings, and seeing them coming back holding hands, she greeted them with a smile, "Tao Zi, Chen Chen, are you back?"

"En." Taozi let go of Shen Mochen's hand, ran to her mother, put her schoolbag on the chair, rolled up her sleeves excitedly and said, "Mom, I'll help!"

"Stop, stop!" Mom Tao quickly stopped her hand reaching for the dough, turned her palm over to look at it, and said with a frown, "Why did you get your hands so dirty, wash your hands first, and then do your homework. Come back to help after you finish your homework."

"Okay..." Taozi pouted unhappily, jumped off the chair, glanced at Shen Mochen who was still standing in the middle of the room, and waved to him: "Let's go, let's wash our hands."

Shen Mochen looked up at Mom Taozi, thought for a while, and said hello: "Hello, Auntie."

"Well, Chenchen is so good. Hurry up and wash your hands and do your homework. You can eat dumplings in a while. Your uncle has a party tonight. If he doesn't come back for dinner, the three of us will be at home."

"Yeah." Shen Mochen nodded, and followed Taozi to wash his hands.

After the two of them finished their homework, Taozi hurriedly went to help her mother make dumplings. Shen Mochen took an extra-curricular reading book and sat by the side, reading while watching them make dumplings.

The dumplings made by Taozi’s mother were plump and tall, just like little ingots. Looking at the dumplings made by Taozi, they were all sluggish, as if they were drunk, stumbling around.

Shen Mochen looked at it for a long time, but finally couldn't stand it anymore, threw the reading book in his hand on the table, ran to Taozi, took the dumpling wrapper from her hand, and said in a muffled voice: "Let me do it, you are simply It's a waste of material."

"Ah?" Taozi watched helplessly as Shen Mochen snatched the dumpling wrapper from her hand, and watched him skillfully dig out a ball of filling with a spoon, put it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper, and align the edges of the wrapper with his little hands , and then gently squeezed, a round dumpling lay obediently in his palm.

"Chenchen can still make dumplings?" Seeing his skillful hand gestures, Mom Tao couldn't help asking curiously.

"No." Shen Mochen replied bluntly, then glanced at Taozi beside him, and continued to make dumplings while saying, "Just now I saw that Auntie made a few, and it will be done."

"Wow, hubby, you are amazing!" Tao Zi looked at him with admiration.

"..." Tao Zi's mother looked at her daughter helplessly, hey, they are both children, why is there such a big difference. When Taozi was fine, she would often make dumplings for herself, but when she made them, they looked like they were rickety. I had never made them before, and a perfect dumpling came out as soon as I started.