The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Five pounds of pork belly with a balance of fat and lean.

Jiang Xiaoxiao peeled it, prepared to slice it, then continue to break it down, and finally chop it into stuffing.

Jia Shu was there chopping cabbage.

They were making dumplings for thirteen people. Especially since, besides the two of them, the rest were all big guys.

Each one had a bigger appetite than the next.

Calculating that each person would need at least 25 dumplings, otherwise their bellies wouldn't be full at all.

So chopping stuffing was a laborious task.

"Let me handle the chopping, you go peel the onions instead."

Before Jiang Xiaoxiao could react, a pair of large hands had already taken the knife from her and naturally occupied the position in front of the cutting board.

"Can you even chop stuffing?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was full of doubt, mainly because Song Moting's face was too deceptive. Someone who looks so good, with such a good demeanor, hardly seemed like a man who did housework at home.

She once speculated that Song Moting was probably from a noble family.

Song Moting exuded a strong scholarly aura, elegant and noble.

This was not something an ordinary family could cultivate; it was an innate quality.

"Don't worry, I do housework at home too. My grandma makes dumplings, and I always chop the stuffing. I can say I'm quite experienced."

Song Moting chuckled, this girl, what kind of look was that, as if she disliked him very much.

"I really didn't expect it, I thought you were spoiled at home."

Jiang Xiaoxiao watched as Song Moting's distinct hands skillfully began slicing the meat.

She finally felt relieved, it seemed he was indeed experienced and hadn't deceived her.

She wasn't worried about much else, just worried that if Song Moting cut his hand,

it would be a grave sin. After all, she was trying to kindly let everyone have a good meal.

"I'm here, let me help, I'll knead the dough, my hands are strong, and the dough I make will surely be chewy, making the dumplings tasty."

He Aiguo eagerly volunteered to help.

He took a basin and went over there to scoop up some flour. Their white flour was limited, the more they used, the less they had.

But eating dumplings, if not made with white flour, would be a waste.

They had meat, so if they didn't use white flour, it would be a total waste of the meat.

"I'll help you start the fire."

"Then we will help roll out the skins later; I'm best at that."

Everyone eagerly offered to help.

Before long, in no time, these dumplings were wrapped, mainly because many hands make light work.

With two people rolling the skins, and six wrapping dumplings, it was clear that these dumplings weren't the least bit troublesome.

Once the steaming pot of dumplings was ready.

By then, everyone had already moved from eating in the kitchen to the living quarters.

The main reason being the kitchen was too cold.

Now the large room they were staying in had its heated brick bed already warming the place up, so the room was much warmer than the kitchen.

They moved the dining table directly into the room, brought over the benches, and placed several steaming plates of dumplings on the table, along with minced garlic and vinegar.

Yet Song Moting didn't see Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"Where's Jiang Xiaoxiao? Why hasn't she shown up? The dumplings are ready, better hurry to the table, or else they'll turn dry."

Jia Shu laughed and said,

"She went to make some chili oil, otherwise the dumplings won't be flavorful. She'll be here shortly; everyone should sit down first."

Song Moting glanced at the seats, seeing a group of men already sitting down without hesitation, with He Aiguo next to Jia Shu.

The seat next to Jia Shu was left empty, obviously reserved for Jiang Xiaoxiao, as these two were always as close as one person. They surely had to sit together.

While Gu Dali just had to sit next to that empty seat.

He scowled.

Oh, Gu Dali, Gu Dali, why do you keep inching closer unnecessarily?

He walked over and patted Gu Dali's shoulder.

Gu Dali was putting garlic and vinegar in his lunchbox when he felt the pat and quickly turned around.

"What's up, Brother Song? Hurry, sit down! If you don't eat actively, there's something wrong with your mind."

"Go sit over there."

Song Moting said expressionlessly, leaving Gu Dali dumbfounded.

Why should he move? He just sat down well, and hadn't even tasted a dumpling yet.

"Brother Song, I'm fine sitting here; over there, that spot's left for you."

He felt aggrieved.

"I just like sitting here; quickly, go to the other side."

Without another word, Song Moting lifted him up and sat down himself.

Gu Dali's grievance was palpable.

Since when did Brother Song turn into a bandit, snatching seats?

Ye Jiansheng next to him signaled with a smile, patting the spot beside him.

"Hurry up, come sit over here with me, why so much fuss?"

Gu Dali sat down with a sense of injustice.

What did he do wrong? Why was everyone looking at him like that?

Jiang Xiaoxiao lifted the curtain and entered.

Everyone smelled a delightful aroma.

"Alright, the chili oil is ready. This is my family's exclusive secret chili oil. I guarantee that after you try it, you'll crave it again. It's our secret recipe."

Jiang Xiaoxiao brought a bowl of chili oil and quickly walked to the table.

The chili oil had just been taken off the heat, and the bowl was still hot.

She feared she might not hold on and drop the bowl.

Song Moting hurried to take it, "Why didn't you use a cloth? You'll scorch your hands like this."

Jiang Xiaoxiao giggled and said,

"Oh, you know me. I was just eager for everyone to try my chili oil, and completely forgot about it. Alright, alright, everyone sit down quickly. Let's eat."

Jiang Xiaoxiao touched her ear, it really was hot.

She sat down in the empty seat next to Jia Shu.

Only realizing then that Song Moting was seated right beside her.

She looked around at the seats filled to the brim and found it odd.

Usually, Song Moting didn't sit so close to her.

Could it be because of what she said today that Song Moting wanted to pursue her?

"Delicious! Xiao Xiao, your skills are amazing, just look at these dumplings you've wrapped. I've never tasted dumplings this good before, pork with green onion and cabbage stuffing! I feel like this is heaven on earth. Oh, I've never thought that our country's policies could be so good. This household responsibility system policy is fantastic, if we were still eating in communal canteens, we'd probably never have these pork, green onion, and cabbage dumplings in our lifetime."

Gu Dali enthusiastically babbled.

Jiang Xiaoxiao blushed with a smile. Making dumplings was indeed her expertise. In her past life, she had worked in the kitchen at Kyoto Dumpling House.

Wrapping dumplings was her specialty; if she couldn't even get the stuffing right, how could she even work in the kitchen wrapping dumplings?

After all, she did learn some secret recipes there.

She did take advantage, having an edge over others.

"It's not as good as you say; just eat up, I only learned dumpling-making from my parents. You're just not used to eating dumplings often, so suddenly it feels extra delicious. But if you eat such dumplings every day, you might not think it's so good."

"Don't be modest, Xiao Xiao! It's not just Gu Dali saying it, we all think these dumplings are delicious, truly! Even if you gave us these dumplings every day, we'd be happy. We're living the new socialist life; having dumplings every meal, I doubt even the former landlords' families dared to eat like this?"

He Aiguo's words resonated with everyone, and they all laughed heartily.