When Liu Yifan saw Yanyan take out a box of dumplings and a piece of pork skin.

He asked in confusion: "What are you doing with a piece of flesh?"

Yanyan said proudly: "You don't understand, right?! Use the fatty meat in the skin and rub it on the steamed slices, so that the steamed dumplings will not stick."

Liu Yifan looked disgusted: "How disgusting!"

Yanyan was stunned for a moment, "What's so disgusting about this?"

"The fat on the skin is raw."

Yanyan didn't expect that Liu Yifan, a big man, would be so pretentious, "Brother, the meat in the dumplings is also raw! I'm equivalent to applying a layer of oil to this steamer."

Liu Yifan frowned, "I feel uncomfortable when I look."

Yanyan smiled: "Then don't watch it, go watch TV, it's fine in a while."

Seeing that Yanyan was really trying to wipe the steamed slices with the skin, Liu Yifan hurriedly said, "Wife, can we change our method?"

Yanyan paused for a moment, "Since you don't like it, then don't use flesh and skin."

"My wife is so nice. Do you have a steamer cloth?"

"No, our family never uses steamer cloth."

Seeing that the dumplings in the box were not very big, Liu Yifan said, "Then let's eat cooking dumplings."

Yanyan muttered: "I don't like to eat boiled dumplings. Is it okay to brush some soybean oil on the steamer?"

"Okay, as long as you don't use that piece of pork skin, you can do whatever you want."

Yanyan put the skin back into the refrigerator, and Liu Yifan urged her to wash her hands quickly.

After Yanyan washed his hands, he looked at the oil pot and the steamer.

In the past, I could just pick up the meat peel and rub the steamer a few times, but now how to brush soybean oil?

If you dip your fingers into a little soybean oil and rub them on the steamer, Yanyan believes that Liu Yifan will definitely dislike it.

But if you dip a brush in soybean oil, you need to pour the soybean oil into a small bowl. Yanyan doesn't want to wash the brush and the oily small bowl.

Seeing Yanyan standing there, Liu Yifan asked, "What's wrong? I'll steam it."

Yanyan hurriedly said, "No need for you, go watch TV."

Yanyan gritted his teeth and poured a little soybean oil into the small bowl, then used a brush to dip the soybean oil to brush the steamer.

Yanyan sighed in her heart that she would never have thought that someone who was so clean would be disliked by Liu Yifan. Fortunately, it was not her mother who steamed dumplings. If her mother saw her when she rubbed the steamed slices with the meat peel, Liu Yifan would be embarrassed to say it, and she was disgusting and couldn't eat the dumplings, which would be embarrassing at that time.

Seeing Yanyan's heart was full of worries, Liu Yifan knew that he had spoken too directly just now, which hurt Yanyan's fragile self-esteem.

Liu Yifan hugged Yanyan's waist, "Wife, are you unhappy?"

"No." Yanyan explained, "If you don't like it, just say it. It's good. If you don't say it and don't want to eat dumplings, I have to guess why, how tired it is."

Liu Yifan kissed Yanyan on the cheek, "My wife is just reasonable."

Yanyan smiled, "What do you don't like or can't eat? You can only tell me that you are not allowed to say it in front of my mother."

Liu Yifan nodded: "I know."

Yanyan was afraid that Liu Yifan would be wronged, and then said, "You don't have to be embarrassed, just tell me directly. I will tell my mother."

Seeing that the opportunity was rare, Liu Yifan immediately said, "It's the same in my house. If my mother has anything wrong with you, you should not have conflicts with my mother in person. You will tell me later that I will make the decision for you."

Yanyan nodded with a smile: "Well, that's it."

Yanyan's expression made Liu Yifan suddenly feel unsure, and he felt that this was a pit that Yanyan dug.

Yanyan saw the steaming steam coming out of the steamer and said to Liu Yifan: "Let's go out and wait for fifteen minutes."

Two people walked out of the kitchen hand in hand.

Yanyan set a fifteen-minute alarm clock with his mobile phone.

She put down her phone and said to Liu Yifan: "Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat these meat dates?"

Liu Yifan replied: "The meat dates are a little sweet."

"Yes, you don't like sweets."

Yanyan opened the bag and ate one by himself, "You don't like sweet food, I'll find something else for you."

Yanyan walked back to the kitchen to flip through the refrigerator, took out the quail eggs that Li Dongmei cooked yesterday in the refrigerator, and she took two more oranges.

Yanyan said to Liu Yifan: "The quail eggs are salty, you can eat them."

Liu Yifan looked at the quail eggs and asked, "Aren't you going to help me peel my son?"

Yanyan smiled and said, "I don't eat quail eggs because I don't like peeling this little broken skin."

Liu Yifan was puzzled: "If you don't eat it, why does my aunt still cook it?"

"Yan Jin doesn't like to eat boiled eggs, so I'll give it to Yan Jin."

"Auntie really has good intentions."

Seeing that Liu Yifan didn't do anything, Yanyan had to pick up a quail egg and peel it, and then hand it to Liu Yifan.

Liu Yifan did not reach out to take it, but lowered his head and ate the quail egg with Yanyan's hand.

Yanyan comforted himself in his heart. What was the point of peeling a few quail eggs for him after he bought so many things?

Yanyan was a little annoyed after peeling a few, but when she saw that Liu Yifan had no intention of not eating, she had to continue peeling quail eggs. But what she thought was that this would not work. If she had a habit of him in the future, she would not have to serve him for the rest of her life.

Seeing Yanyan's eyes rolling around, Liu Yifan knew that this girl was going to have trouble again.

The alarm clock of the mobile phone rang, Yanyan turned off the alarm clock, "The dumplings are ready."

Liu Yifan stood up and said, "I'll do it."

Yanyan did not compete with Liu Yifan this time, but followed Liu Yifan into the kitchen.

Liu Yifan closed the gas, opened the lid of the steamer, and a stream of hot air fluttered out.

Yanyan quickly took the plate and chopsticks and handed it to Liu Yifan.

Liu Yifan picked up the dumplings on the plate.

Yanyan took the aged vinegar and two small bowls, followed Liu Yifan and walked out of the kitchen.

Only then did Liu Yifan remember that Yanyan had not made porridge.

At Liu Yifan's house, he had to eat buns or dumplings, and he had to serve some millet porridge and pickles. However, Yanyan didn't do this, so Liu Yifan couldn't bring it up.

Yanyan knew that Liu Yifan was not jealous, so she didn't let Liu Yifan ask her to pour a little jealous into her small bowl and said, "What stuffing do you want to taste?"

Liu Yifan smiled and said, "Are you worried that you are not familiar with each other?"

Yanyan was stunned for a moment, "Fifteen minutes, I must be familiar."

Liu Yifan asked casually: "Don't the stuffing you usually prepare for?"

Yanyan smiled: "I can't remember what stuffing my mother packs."

Liu Yifan picked up a dumpling, put it in a small bowl, and picked it up with chopsticks. He could only tell that it was meat inside.

Yanyan glanced at it and said, "Lam, pork and radish."

Liu Yifan was surprised. Will Li Dongmei be so casual in making dumpling stuffing like this?
Chapter completed!