Dumpling Turmoil

After hiding it, he turned around, coughing weakly, his two severed hands behind the Wheelchair and his own hands waving back and forth.

No, I was just thinking about something.

007 exclaimed excitedly, "[Host, I saw it!]"

Lin Nieran gave Xiao Qiuqiu a look, then pretended not to know anything and walked to his side, pushing his Wheelchair and saying, "Since you're alright, come out and make dumplings."

The Writer blinked and nodded obediently.

The Writer, pushed out by Lin Nieran, seemed to be in a very good mood. His severed hand, which had lost its job again, was also happily draped over Lin Nieran's shoulder as they walked to the Lawn outside.

The Dessert Chef had already prepared the ingredients, and even mixed a small amount of filling in advance. The others also brought out their things one after another and arranged them, filling the two long tables.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and a warm breeze was blowing. The meticulous Wu Liang, the Dessert Chef, and Lai'er were all wearing pink aprons that Lin Nieran had bought in advance, which made Lin Nieran chuckle to himself.

Night Moon expressionlessly manipulated the water flow to wash the hands of the numerous people using Vest, and Lin Nieran also joined in the fun.

After washing his hands, he saw Wu Liang still tying his apron.

Wu Liang has a serious case of perfectionism; he insists on tying the ribbon bow so that both sides are the same size.

Lin Nieran forward and corrected him, Wu Liang immediately beamed with joy.

"Are you ready?" the Dessert Chef called out, hands on hips, standing in front of the table.

"They've arrived."

Lin Nieran came to the table and, as usual, had 007 inspect the food on it, then removed some ingredients that the Dessert Chef thought were very "innovative".

Bizarre frog meat, bizarre tree roots, blood-sucking vines that bleed at the slightest touch...

Seeing the Dessert Chef pouting unhappily, Lin Nieran ruffled her hair. "We have to make a lot today. Your ingredients are too precious. If all the dumplings you cook look the same, what if you give the ones you carefully prepared to someone else?"

The Dessert Chef suddenly realized, "Oh right! I don't want to give it to them! I'm saving it for the Shopkeeper later!"

007 is amazed. [Host, I want to learn from you how to manipulate other hosts!]

Lin Nieran: "Give up on that idea."

Fearing too many failures, Lin Nieran bought a lot of flour and tools, including detailed production videos, spending a total of over 100,000 of his Points.

What an expensive meal! And this is just the cost of the dumplings.

But considering this was their first real all-hands dinner together, Lin Nieran generously and without hesitation spent money.

The Dessert Chef assigned tasks to everyone: kneading dough, rolling out dough, rolling out dough, making dumplings, chopping vegetables, washing vegetables, stir-frying vegetables, and mixing fillings, etc.

"So complicated," Moonlit Night sighed.

"Come on." Wu Liang was unusually serious, rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbows with a solemn expression, as if he were about to perform a delicate suturing operation.

"Let's begin, everyone!" Gan Tian said.

Many people using Vest quickly found their tools and got to work.

Lin Yi wandered around for a moment, then came to Lin Nieran's side and said coldly, "This mess is worse than what I did."

Lin Nieran look up. "Yes, yes, you're the best."

Lin Yi coldly scoffed, holding her hand in front of his eyes. "You're using deception against me."

Lin Nieran stopped adding water to the flour, "Fine, you're the worst, okay?"

"Is this even close...? Are you kidding me?"

Lin Nieran laughed heartily, only to belatedly realize that there was too much flour and water in his basin.

Lin Yi said, "Are you trying to smooth things over?"

Lin Nieran glared at him, then reached for the flour, only to find that he had used up the entire small bag of flour beside him, without even managing to knead a single dough ball.

Looking at the mixture in the basin, he helplessly said to the Cat Boy beside him, "Mo Lan, scoop me another spoonful of flour."

"Okay!" Mo Lan put down the dough she was kneading, and as soon as she opened the flour bag, she sneezed from the dust.

Achoo!

A cloud of white mist shot out from the flour sack.

"Wow!"

Across from him, Lai'er and Wang, who were close to the flour sack, were unable to dodge in time and were both covered in flour.

Lai'er shook its wings to brush the flour off its feathers, while Wang Ze looked at the snow-white stain on its carefully chosen clothes and became furious.

Today he was wearing a custom-made suit that he had been choosing for a long time. It was a very elegant dark gray, and he also paired it with a white gemstone single earring and a matching cufflink brooch. Before his father could even get a good look at it, it was stained with Mo Lan.

Cheng Shanshi, who was only one person away from them, chuckled and was about to make Wang Lao obediently put on an apron when he suddenly pulled hard and tore the face.

The Dessert Chef narrowed his eyes. "Cheng Shanshi, what are you doing?"

Cheng Shanshi lowered his head and dared not utter a sound.

"Don't get distracted, don't get distracted!"

After saying that, the Dessert Chef turned around, holding a rolling pin, and said with exasperation, "Modian, are you rolling mud balls?"

Modian looked at the dough stuck together in his hands and was convinced that he had done nothing wrong.

"I did nothing wrong," Modian said.

"Really? Are you planning to cook that unidentified object whole?"

Modian was speechless, his wooden face contorted with anger, but with Lin Nieran there, he had no choice but to obediently redo it.

After all, the only person here who can actually cook is the Dessert Chef, and even Lin Nieran has to listen to her today.

"Grandpa Butler, please don't openly help Wang cheat."

The Butler chuckled and released Wang's rolling pin, then went to his workbench.

"Serlandin!" Gan Tian pointed at the meat under his cleaver, "This is dead meat. Can you stop looking at a piece of dead meat with that pitying expression?"

Serlandin stared innocently with wide, orange-gold eyes, the meat in his hand still looking fresh from when he took it out. The collar of his shirt, which was slit up to his chest, was slightly loose, revealing his beautiful muscle lines.

Gan Tian followed Serlandin's gaze to Lin Nieran, who was still battling flour and water directly opposite him, and added with a cold laugh, "Don't always try to seduce the Shopkeeper."

Lin Nieran looked up blankly:?

Serlandin looked up blankly, "Miss Gan Tian, what are you saying? I don't understand. How could I seduce God?"

He just wanted God gods to notice him more.

On the other side, Wu Liang was enthusiastically slicing with Scalpel when Gan Tian's angry roar interrupted him, "And you, Wu Liang, are you slicing meat? Who are you feeding it to with such thin slices?"

Wu Liang stared at the thin slices of meat in his hand, each one the same size and weight, his eyes filled with gloom.

A few minutes later, Lin Nieran looked at the bowl of mixture in his hand—too much water, too much flour, too much flour, too much water—and resignedly held up his hands, sticky with dough, pleading for help. "Little Sweetie, why don't you knead the dough?"

Gan Tian's voice immediately softened, and she walked to Lin Nieran's side with a smile, "It's okay, it's always awkward and unfamiliar the first time you try something. Shopkeeper, let me help you!"

Standing next to Lin Nieran, Moonlit Night narrowed her green eyes. "Tsk."