Gu Jiaojiao saw Leng Yuan mincing the filling, so she took out a mixing bowl to prepare the dough.
They usually ate mixed-flour steamed buns, but since today was Little New Year's Eve, they would have dumplings made with pure white flour!
When Leng Yuan saw Gu Jiaojiao was about to knead the dough, he deftly took the bowl from her.
"Let me. Kneading dough takes strength. That's how you make it smooth and springy."
Gu Jiaojiao was speechless.
Because Leng Yuan was right.
Whenever she had kneaded dough before, it would come out fine and smooth—no problem there. But when Leng Yuan did it, following the exact same steps, the results were always more delicious than hers.
Seeing that Leng Yuan had taken over both kneading the dough and mincing the filling, Gu Jiaojiao silently went to the cellar, grabbed a few scallions, and started to peel them.
