Having entered the kitchen, Lin Anning washed her hands and began chopping the meat.
Zhang Fenglan stood on the side and watched for a bit before taking out the flour to knead it.
But first, she added too little water, then too much flour.
The mound of dough kept growing as she worked it, and her face darkened.
In De City, people rarely ate wheat-based foods, and when they did, it was usually noodles. Zhang Fenglan had never actually made dumplings before.
Looking up, she saw Lin Anning looking over and furrowed her thick eyebrows.
"I'll compensate," she said.
Lin Anning, with a smile, waved her hand and set down the kitchen knife.
"It's fine, I bought extra meat, so we can just make more dumplings."
"However..."
She paused, eyeing Zhang Fenglan cautiously.
"May I invite two of the 'educated youth' comrades to join us in making dumplings? We have plenty, and it will be enough to eat."
Zhang Fenglan frowned and glanced around the room.
