In my first year of school, I took my counselor home

The next second, Pei Hongzhuang caught Xu Ping'an's big hand that was about to attack her again, then grabbed the skin on the back of his hand and rotated it slightly 180 degrees.

"Cough..." Xu Ping'an's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help but cough lightly.

"What's wrong, brother Ping'an?" Zhao Wan'er, who was having a lot of fun, looked up at Xu Ping'an and asked.

"It's nothing, Sister Wan'er, my throat just feels a little uncomfortable." Xu Ping'an looked at Zhao Wan'er and replied.

"We have Coral Grass lozenges. Does Ping'an need them? Auntie will get them for you." Song Wanyi stopped pinching the lozenges, looked up at Xu Ping'an, and asked with concern.

"No need, Aunt Song, my throat just felt a little itchy, and it's fine now." Xu Ping'an looked at Song Wanyi and said quickly.

Aunt Song is really nice.

Looking at the group of small dough pieces that had been shaped into a large size by Sister Wan'er, Xu Ping'an reached out and took the rolling pin next to Song Wanyi, and then reached out and took another small dough piece.

Because the dining table is relatively high, if Aunt Song is asked to roll out the dumpling wrappers, she can only do so while standing. As the future son-in-law, Xu Ping'an will definitely not let this happen.

"Ping'an can also roll dumpling skins?" Song Wanyi looked at Xu Ping'an and asked with a little surprise.

Compared to making dumplings, it is very rare to find people who can roll out dumpling wrappers, let alone a young child like Xu Ping'an. Even their daughter doesn't have this skill.

"Yes." Xu Ping'an nodded and replied, then put the dough under the rolling pin and rolled it skillfully. Soon, a round dumpling skin came out of the oven.

In Xu Ping'an's hometown, especially in the countryside, when winter comes, basically every household will make a lot of dumplings, then put them in the natural refrigerator outdoors to freeze them, and then store them in a jar or other place. In this way, they don't have to make dumplings for the whole winter, and they can also cook some dumplings when they don't want to cook.

At a very young age, Xu Ping'an learned how to press dough under the guidance of his mother. When he was a little older, he learned how to make dumplings. When he was even older, he learned the last step, rolling out the dumpling wrappers.

Song Wanyi looked at Xu Ping'an and felt even more satisfied. What a talented and versatile child he was.

And with Xu Ping'an, her future son-in-law, helping her share the heavy responsibility, Song Wanyi is happy to have some free time.

Pei Hongzhuang on the side also glanced at Xu Ping'an and said, "Well, she can let her classmate make dumplings for her alone in the future."

"Brother Ping'an is quite capable. Whoever marries you in the future will be blessed." Zhao Wan'er, who was sitting opposite, watched Xu Ping'an's smooth operation and praised him.

"It's marry me, not marry me, Sister Wan'er." Xu Ping'an raised his head and looked at Zhao Wan'er, corrected her, then glanced calmly at Pei Hongzhuang who was sitting beside him.

Oh, just be happy in secret!

"Don't 'marry' and 'marry' both have the word 'female' in them? They mean almost the same thing. Don't pay attention to the details." Zhao Wan'er looked at Xu Ping'an and said.

Xu Pingan: "..."

One is on the left and one is below, can that mean the same thing?

Details are still important.

"When Pingan arrives at university, have you ever thought about finding a girlfriend?" Song Wanyi on the side followed Zhao Waner's words and asked Xu Pingan casually.

Xu Ping'an paused while rolling out the dumpling wrappers, raised his head and looked at Song Wanyi beside him, and replied: "If there is a suitable one, I'm ready to find one."

"Oh, then Ping'an, what kind of girls do you like? Auntie will help you keep an eye out and see if there is any suitable one." Song Wanyi glanced at her baby calmly and asked Xu Ping'an.

This is the most suitable one.

Xu Ping'an was about to reply when Zhao Wan'er at the side spoke first, "Sister Wanyi, you don't have to think about being a matchmaker for Brother Ping'an. I wanted to introduce him to a girlfriend last time, but Brother Ping'an said... yes, he said he likes the feeling of destiny and doesn't like to meet people through introductions from others."

Having said that, Zhao Wan'er glanced at Xu Ping'an opposite her again and said, "Let's see when you, a fool, can find your destined one. Don't come back crying and beg her for help."

But if he cries well and vividly, our sister Wan'er is not a stingy person and will still be able to reluctantly introduce a pretty girl to brother Ping'an.

"Oh, I see." Song Wanyi nodded, then looked again at her beloved daughter who was sitting opposite her and silently making dumplings.

What do you mean by fate? Xiao Wan'er has been badly fooled.

My poor little Wan'er.

"What kind of boy does Xiao Wan'er like? Auntie will see if there is a suitable one and introduce one to you." Song Wanyi turned her head to look at Zhao Wan'er and asked with a smile.

"Sister Wanyi, please let me go. Your little girl doesn't have a boyfriend, so you should take care of her first." When Zhao Wan'er heard this question, she felt a little overwhelmed for a moment, and then she directly shifted the blame to someone else.

Song Wanyi turned her head and looked at her precious daughter, and said with some dissatisfaction: "I can't control her."

In the past, I couldn’t control it because I really couldn’t control it, but now I can’t control it because... I don’t want to control it.

"Pei Pei, you are so disobedient. Sister Wanyi can't do anything about you." Zhao Wan'er turned her head to look at her best friend and criticized her fearlessly.

"Do you believe that I have a way to deal with you?" Pei Hongzhuang raised her head, looked at Zhao Wan'er with dim eyes, and said slowly.

"Brother Ping'an, can you please move faster? We can't even supply the bags!" Zhao Wan'er quickly turned her head to look at Xu Ping'an opposite her, urging him in an dissatisfied tone.

Xu Pingan: "..."

You know you only pick on the weak, right?

Just wait, even the soft persimmon will become hard one day!

At this moment, Pei's father appeared at the kitchen door. He looked at the people who were busy making dumplings at the dining table and paused for a moment on Xu Ping'an, who was in the C position and rolling out the dumpling skins.

The young man knows a lot.

After washing his hands, Pei Qinghong sat directly next to his wife and joined in the dumpling-making operation, which made Xu Ping'an roll out the dumpling skins a little faster.

When the future father-in-law appears, enthusiasm instantly increases by 30%.

But he couldn't be slow either, after all, there were so many people making dumplings, but he was the only one rolling out the dumpling skins.

What surprised Xu Ping'an a little was that not only was our sister Wan'er very good at making dumplings, but even Father Pei beside him was also very skilled in making dumplings. Compared with his tall and majestic image, there seemed to be a somewhat unexpected contrast.

As for our sister Pei Pei's skills, there is no need to mention them. With a light pinch of her little hand, a white and plump dumpling that looks like a gold ingot is born in her hands.

Well, from now on I can ask Sister Pei Pei to make dumplings for me alone.

He is so lucky.

While making dumplings, Song Wanyi looked at her precious daughter who was also making dumplings across from her, then looked at Xu Ping'an who was rolling out the dumpling skins next to her, then glanced at her husband beside her, and finally took care of Xiao Wan'er next to her, with a faint smile in her eyes.

This feeling is really good.

Happiness doesn’t need to be earth-shattering. Just wrapping dumplings together at the dining table can make the feeling of happiness spread uncontrollably in your heart…

"Let me roll it for a while, Ping'an, you take a break first." Song Wanyi said to Xu Ping'an who had been busy all the time.

Such a good child is certainly worthy of the love and care of her future mother-in-law.

"No need, Aunt Song. Rolling the dough is not tiring. And I don't know how to make dumplings very well. When I made dumplings at home before, I was always responsible for rolling the dough. My mother said that the dumplings I made were like the house we lived in when we were young, with leaks everywhere." Xu Ping'an raised his head and looked at Song Wanyi, and said seriously.

Everyone laughed at Xu Ping'an's amusement. Song Wanyi looked at Xu Ping'an and asked, "Ping'an must have suffered a lot when he was a child, right?"

Pei Hongzhuang, who was standing by, looked up at Xu Ping'an and her dumplings-making movements unconsciously slowed down a bit.

“I didn’t suffer much. Although my family was not rich when I was young, my parents loved me very much and I had nothing less than other children. It was they who had a hard time back then. I couldn’t understand their difficulties and always caused them trouble.” Xu Ping’an paused while rolling the dumpling skins in his hands and said.

When he was a child, during the Chinese New Year at home, no matter how difficult the situation was, his parents would buy him new clothes and new shoes from head to toe, and would also give him some New Year's money so that he could buy his favorite snacks from the store.

But his father and mother always patched their clothes and it had been several years since they had bought new ones.

"What's the point of causing trouble? You were just a child back then and didn't know anything. Now you've been admitted to such a good university and are so outstanding. Your parents will definitely be proud of you." Song Wanyi looked at Xu Ping'an and said.

"Don't say that, Aunt Song. You don't know my miserable experience. Since the college entrance examination, I have become a person whose mother and father don't love me. I used to have whatever I wanted to eat, but after the college entrance examination, I was lucky to have something to eat. I was even despised for lying down at home for a while. My treatment has plummeted. I feel that I am not even as well off as the cows in my backyard."

Xu Ping'an said this with a sad face, which made Song Wanyi laugh out loud.

"It's okay. Come to your aunt's place more often in the future and I will cook delicious food for you." Song Wanyi looked at Xu Ping'an and said with a smile.

Pei Qinghong on the side glanced at his wife and wrapped dumplings silently.

Make something delicious?

I hope this kid can hold on.

Chapter 125 Beauty Trap

After half an hour.

All the fillings were used up, and there were still two unused dough pieces left on the table.

Xu Ping'an remembers that when he was a child, every winter when his family made frozen dumplings, many relatives and neighbors would come to help make dumplings.

Sometimes these relatives and neighbors would bring their children along, and the adults would give them some dough to play with. They would pinch the dough into the shape of small cakes and then bake them on the stove, or they would take a potato and slice it and put it on the stove.

Although the food was simple, it tasted delicious at that time.

At this time, our sister Wan'er took the remaining two doughs for herself, then kneaded the two doughs together and fiddled with them for a while, and soon a pig-shaped dough appeared in her hands.

"Brother Ping'an, do you think this looks like your sister Pei Pei?" Zhao Wan'er took the dough to Xu Ping'an and showed it to him, then she couldn't help but giggle.

Don’t mention it, our sister Wan’er actually has such a talent. The pig’s tail and ears are all there, and the piglet looks lifelike. If she studies it more seriously, I guess she’ll be able to sell it on the stall.

Xu Ping'an glanced at Pei Hongzhuang beside him and did not express any opinion.

"Brother Ping'an, do you agree?" Zhao Wan'er said, and then took the dough to Pei Hongzhuang for comparison, and then giggled again, "Pei Pei, brother Ping'an said that you look a lot like it."

Xu Pingan: "..."

When it comes to framing others, our sister Wan'er is definitely an expert at it, and she always frames you openly in front of you.

"Sister Wanyi, please help me cook this. I'm going to eat this one that looks like Pei Pei later." Zhao Wan'er carefully put the dough pig in her hand together with the dumplings next to it, and said to Song Wanyi beside her.

Song Wanyi was amused by Zhao Waner and then nodded, "Okay."

Who doesn’t like pistachios like this?

After a while, the first pot of dumplings was cooked. Zhao Wan'er couldn't wait to pick up her piglet from the pot with chopsticks, then came to Pei Hongzhuang, put the piglet to her mouth and blew it gently.

"Pei Pei, look at me, I'm going to eat you in one bite!" Zhao Wan'er said as she opened her little mouth.

At this moment, Pei Hongzhuang suddenly leaned over and took the dough pig into her mouth.

Zhao Wan'er was stunned for a moment, looked at her empty chopsticks, and then looked at Pei Hongzhuang's moist and attractive lips...

"Pei Pei, give it back to me! Spit out the piggy!"

After working so hard for so long, in the end, someone else took away everything from her. How could our sister Wan'er bear this?

Pei Hongzhuang chewed the dough in her mouth gently, then swallowed it, "No more."

Zhao Waner: "..."

Xu Ping'an on the side couldn't help but laugh. It turned out that not only men have childish sides, but sisters can also be childish at times.

In the living room, plates of hot dumplings were served on the dining table.

Pei Qinghong took out a bottle of white wine from the wine cabinet beside him, and then glanced at his wife.

Song Wanyi looked at her husband, then looked away.