Chatper 646 (1/2)

Two hours passed, and the two of them worked behind closed doors in the kitchen, not knowing what was going on inside.

Pei Yiting stood up in a panic, and volunteered to knock on the door: "Brother, are you all right? Mama Zhang is about to cook!"

This voice was so loud that I couldn't beat it.

The door of the kitchen opened, Pei Yi looked at his younger brother blankly, and walked out first with his long legs.

Song Weiyi took a silent look at the few dumplings he had made, and followed them.

"Hey, where are the dumplings?" Pei Yiting yelled.

Immediately rushed in, it was a plate, containing Pei Yibai's achievements.

After a while, Pei Yiting took out the plate and put it in front of Mrs. Pei: "Mom, this is your proposal, you can judge it."

Mrs. Pei squinted her eyes, and her eyes fell on the plate.

There is no pretense at all, I can't believe this is her son's handwriting.

The dumplings were limply stuck to the plate, looking miserable and miserable... No wonder the youngest son said it would affect his appetite, it really was ugly.

Mrs. Pei shook her head, "You made it so ugly after tossing in it for two hours, I think the pot will fall apart after a while."

The cold water was poured sourly, and Song Weiwei was naturally on his man's side, and immediately said: "Mom, it's the first time Yibai has done it, so it's very good to be able to do it like this."

No one returned the compliments, Pei Yifei and Pei Yiting were speechless, it was hard to say such words against their will.

Song Weiyi sang a one-man show by himself, and ended up in embarrassment.

Fortunately, Pei Yibai has a thick skin and is not afraid of being teased by his younger siblings.

"Come on, don't flatter him. Fortunately, I have both hands ready, otherwise I really expect you to eat the dumplings at night. Wouldn't it be a toss to death? Zhang Ma made the dumplings in the morning. This should be regarded as punishment. Next time, don't bully my grandson's mother indiscriminately."

You really don't hide your purpose, to punish your son for making dumplings during the Chinese New Year, dear mother.

As for Pei Yibai's younger siblings, when they heard what she said, they all held their stomachs and were overjoyed.

As for the punishment, that's how it was revealed.

Zhang Ma took out the wrapped dumplings, and when everyone looked at them, the contrast was clear, and they felt that Pei Yibai was ugly.

Song Weiyi stared at the dumplings, but lost his mind.

She thought of Mengmeng, she didn't go to J City, nor was she at home.

"Look, this is called dumpling." Mrs. Pei said to Yourong.

Afterwards everyone dispersed, Song Weiyi took advantage of no one's attention, followed Mama Zhang into the kitchen.

"Mum Zhang, how many dumplings do you make?"

"Young Madam, I have packed three big plates, there must be some. What's the matter?"

"Can you pack a copy for me? It doesn't take a lot."

"Now? Don't need to cook it?" Zhang Ma was a little surprised, of course it's not easy to ask Song Weiyi's intention.

Song Weiyi shook his head violently, saying no.

Based on what she knew about Mengmeng, she would definitely not be able to make dumplings. She said she was buying new year's goods before, but she didn't know how Mengmeng was doing.

"Okay, young mistress, wait a minute, I'll go get the fresh-keeping bag."

After a while, the dumplings packed by Mama Zhang were delivered to Song Weiyi's hands. There was no one in the living room, so she slipped upstairs.

"Husband, I have something to do and I need your help."