Niya asked curiously: "What is dumpling?"

"..." Xiao Rui, who was standing beside him, was completely ignored and defended himself again: "I didn't lie! Have you heard it clearly? Old man!"

Geng Mo continued to ignore him and returned: "It is a traditional Chinese food that can only be eaten on grand days."

Hearing this, Niya's eyes shone, and she immediately stood up and ran to Geng Mo for him to hug her.

Geng Mo picked up his daughter and turned around and left. When he reached the door, he looked back and gave Xiao Rui a look of "I won"! He shook the door and left.

Xiao Rui was so angry that he jumped straight on the spot. He dared to ignore him, and even Niya was deceived by the old man. It seemed that he and this father were in a fight.

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Geng Mo hugged his daughter to the kitchen and happened to meet Gu Jialing and the servant arguing.

"You just make dumplings. There are ready-made dumpling skins here. Why do you have to use fine flour to knead them? Do you deliberately find fault?"

"The dumpling skin pressed from this machine is not handmade and tastes good, and it is not strong."

"What's the difference? You don't know how to pretend to understand. I always use this kind of dumpling skin at home and it's delicious..."

The servant who had been quarreling with Gu Jialing saw that the young master came in with the young lady in, and immediately changed the topic and made a report.

"Young master! She said she wanted to knead dumplings. She didn't want it because I worked hard to cut it out by the machine. It was obvious that she was deliberately wasting time!"

Geng Mo glanced at Gu Jialing and then said lightly: "Just do what she said!"

The young master gave the order, and the servant didn't dare to make sense. He immediately took out the fine flour and poured it into a copper basin to knead the dough.

Seeing the servant kneading the dough like he was venting, Gu Jialing really couldn't stand it. There are some specialties in kneading the dough, so it would be too old to lift the dough with force.

"I'll do it!" said Gu Jialing and rolled up her sleeves to wash her hands.

The servant wanted her to do it and immediately gave up his seat.

"You go out!" Geng Mo ordered. The servant left the kitchen immediately.

Gu Jialing was busy with a large bronze-like high-end combing table in the middle.

Geng Mo sat on the edge of the combing table with his daughter in his arms, watching her work together.

Gu Jialing, who kneaded the dough hard, fell down and swept her face a little itchy. She stretched out her arm and wiped it open, brushing her hair.

This brush couldn't help but not open my hair. Instead, my white face was covered with whiteness and I continued to knead the dough.

Niya, who was standing beside her, wanted to laugh, turned her eyes toward Daddy standing next to her, and saw his serious face, and then twitched the corners of her mouth twice. She didn't dare to laugh too much, and kept holding it in.

Until Gu Jialing kneaded the noodles and the dumpling skin, she was almost the same as a cat cat.

Niya couldn't help but remind: "Jialing! You have become a cat!"

Only then did Gu Jialing notice that her bib was covered with flour on her arms.

He reached out and quickly wiped Niya's face: "Look at you dare to laugh at me!" Gu Jialing showed a big smile of success.

Geng Mo, who was beside him, looked a little dull. He has only seen her laugh twice. Although she is so beautiful, she never laughs because of him.

Niya's face was covered with white face, and she turned around and climbed up to the combing table in discontent, and also grabbed a handful of face to apply it on Gu Jialing's face.

The two of them laughed back and forth.
Chapter completed!