I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today-Chapter 856 - : Dumplings

Chapter 856: Chapter 856: Dumplings

Shen Mo was silent for a long while.

No wonder his uncle said there had been no activity for half a day; with this approach, he might not be able to finish a dish even by nightfall.

He dried his hands, threw the paper towel into the trash bin, and asked Shen Father, “What do we do now?”

“Shrimp dumplings,” Shen Father said, placing a dough skin he had rolled out in front of him, quite pleased with himself, “I didn’t expect it, but I seem to have some talent for making dough-based dishes. Look at the thickness of this skin, isn’t it very even?”

Shen Mo didn’t respond but silently picked up a skin, scooped a small spoonful of filling into it, folded both sides together, pinched it tightly, and then asked Shen Father, “How many have you made?”

Shen Father said, “Two.”

“…” Shen Mo’s movements faltered, his fingers pressed too hard, and the filling oozed out of the skin.

Shen Mo felt that this wasn’t about preparing their dinner but rather self-indulgence.

Just like before, when his father tasted a type of tea, he would study the life cycle of the tea plant; when he read a poem, he would travel to the places where the poet grew up. In summary, the experience outweighed the outcome, so now, he was probably experiencing life in the kitchen.

Shen Father carefully cradled the two dumplings he had made in his palm, showing them off to everyone.

Bai Youwei, as if possessed by something, covered her chest and exclaimed, “Oh my God… so exquisite! The size and shape are exactly the same, even the pleats are so beautiful! Uncle, is this really your first time making dumplings? They’re so pretty, I don’t even want to eat them!”

Shen Father smiled and set the dumplings down, “I’m still too slow, though. No matter how pretty, it’s futile if we can’t eat them.”

He did have some self-awareness.

Shen Mo quietly made dumplings at a very fast pace—picking up a skin, adding filling, closing it with one hand, pinching the edge with the other, and another dumpling was ready.

Of course, in appearance, they couldn’t compare to Shen Father’s “meticulously crafted” pair of dumplings, but they were more efficient.

“I’ll go roll out some more skins, you two keep making them,” Shen Father said as he gave up his spot to the pair and turned to fetch more dough.

Shen Mo and Bai Youwei sat together making dumplings.

Most of them were made by Shen Mo.

At first, Bai Youwei’s dumplings were decent, but gradually she became more casual. Sometimes she added a pair of ears, sometimes she pinched out a tail. In the end, it was unclear whether what she was making was a dumpling, a bun, or something else entirely.

Shen Mo dabbed a bit of flour on her nose as a tease, “Didn’t get enough playtime with mud when you were a kid?”

“More than just not enough, I never even played with it, okay?” Bai Youwei created four small feet on the dumpling in her hand, seriously stating, “I want to make mine special, so when you eat them, you’ll recognize which dumplings I made.”

Shen Mo chuckled, “It would be hard not to recognize them.”

Bai Youwei asked curiously, “You’re so fast, did you learn this before?”

“I never specifically learned,” Shen Mo replied while continuing to make dumplings. “Back in the army, during festivals, there would be entertainment programs, organizing everyone to make dumplings together, sort of as an activity to build team spirit.”

He paused then added softly, “Thinking about it, I grew up with my grandfather. This is the first time… I’ve seen my dad prepare dinner.”

“My dad does cook. I remember his cooking as pretty good, better than the nanny,” Bai Youwei reminisced. “But ever since I became disabled, it seems he has never cooked for me again. During that time, he would quarrel every day with my mom, and eventually, he moved out and never came back.”

Shen Mo stopped, looked at her face, and asked softly, “Do you miss them?”

Bai Youwei shook her head, “I did for the first few years, but now it has faded…”

Shen Mo gently rubbed her head.

Bai Youwei laughed and slapped his hand away, “Stop it, you got flour all over my head!”

Shen Mo said, “That’s from when you were making dumplings earlier.”

“You won’t admit it!” Bai Youwei also flung flour onto him.

The two began to play around in the kitchen.

As they were frolicking, a commotion came from outside.

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Suddenly, someone shouted, “Bai Youwei!!!”