The cook secretly heaved a sigh of relief when she saw her skillful movements in rolling up the dough. It turned out that Miss Jian really knew how to cook. They were afraid that she would cause trouble.
Soon, Jian Qingqing rolled up dozens of dough sheets. Each sheet was as thick as a Cicada's wings. She took a look at the amount and thought that it should be enough. Then, she took the minced meat over, she used a chopstick to quickly scrape the minced meat.
With one move, a wonton was ready.
The cook stopped her. "Miss Jian! That's not how dumplings are made! How can you be full with only a little meat?"
It was too early to say that Jian Qingqing knew how to cook. It seemed that she did not know anything now. It seemed that she only knew how to roll out the dough.
Jian Qingqing dodged their hands and said, "That's right! I'm not making dumplings. I'm making Wwonton. Please believe me for once. If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility!"
