When they were in heaven, all the immortals knew that the Fox family was not easy to bully and revenge. No one would provoke them when they were full.
Now good.
She didn't mind playing with them.
Qiao Yanran went back to her seat. In order to be on the safe side, she carefully checked all the tables, chairs and benches. After confirming that there was no problem, she sat down.
In the twinkling of an eye, most of the afternoon passed.
Just after the third class, the head teacher came in. Behind her, she followed three or four students, carrying flour and dumpling stuffing.
"Be quiet!"
The head teacher cleared his throat and said, "tomorrow is the Mid Autumn Festival. We have a dumpling making activity in the fourth class today.
Now let's talk about the rules of making dumplings.
First of all, six people as a group, men and women are not limited, cooperation dumplings, dumplings are unlimited, enough for everyone to eat at noon today.
There will be judges and teachers coming to select for you. The first group will get the mysterious prize. By the way, who in our class can't make dumplings? "
Then the head teacher looked down at the crowd.
Five or six students in the class raised their hands sparsely.
"OK, other students who can make dumplings, let's take these students. Let's form a group by ourselves first, and the monitor will come up and distribute the things."
The head teacher saw that there were not many people in the class who couldn't make dumplings, so he didn't go on the stage to teach everyone how to make dumplings.
The head teacher said, everyone began to form their own team, there are several groups of girls in the class to invite Meng Yu, but he refused.
And Qiao Yanran is isolated by all the girls in the class.
But she didn't care.
Because there are not many people in the class, they directly form three groups, Qiao Yanran and Meng Yu.
The monitor handed out flour, water, stuffing, pots and dumpling trays in turn and placed them in front of the crowd.
Meng Yu's cooking time is still relatively short. He only knows how to make rice, but he doesn't know much about pasta.
However, with Wang An by his side, he didn't panic at all.
Qiao Yanran first simply rinsed the stainless steel basin with water, took some flour and water, but after a while, kneaded a smooth dough out.
She cut the dough into long strips, cut them into small ones, and pressed them into cakes.
Meng Yu watched her movements and handed her a rolling pin.
Qiao Yanran took the rolling pin and found that the rolling pin was actually a hollow stainless steel rod, which looked like a large straw.
She looked at the flour in front of her. Her lips were crooked, and she showed a bad smile. She used one end of the rolling pin to blow gently on the flour stained chopping board.
Meng Yu, who tilts his head to observe Qiao Yanran's movements carefully: --
Instant, was called a face of flour, the whole face has become white, curly eyelashes are covered with white flour.
Meng Yu a pair of wronged Baba appearance, accuse a way: "an an, you are good or bad."
Qiao Yanran looked at the white ball in front of him. He rubbed his soft hair with his hands covered with flour. "Good, don't cry."
Meng Yu
Shakes the silk to be full of the flour in an instant, fell on his hair like the snow.
Meng Yu stretched out his hand and touched his long finger on the chopping board. He quickly wiped it on the tip of Qiao Yanran's nose.