Eat My Childless Life: The Little Fisher Girl is Poor and Fierce

Chapter 363 Auntie, can Xiao Bao's pocket hold it all?

Lin Chang'er was amused by the two little ones' expressions and replied with a smile, "I'm making meatballs for my brother! Xiaoman and Xiaobao, do you want some?"

"I want it thick, I want it thick..." Gu Xiaoman said excitedly, her words slurred.

Zhou Yi squinted, "Xiao Bao loves the meatballs that Third Aunt makes the most!"

Gu Xiaoman immediately exposed him, scratching her cheek, "Little brother, you're so shy. You've never eaten the meatballs made by your third aunt."

Zhou Yi wasn't annoyed. He chuckled and showed his pearly white teeth to make up for it, "Third Aunt's cooking is all delicious. Xiao Bao has tried Third Aunt's pancakes, buns, and soups, and they are all so delicious."

As he spoke, he slurped his saliva and smacked his lips, as if reminiscing.

Gu Xiaoman laughed heartily, "Xiaobao, everything you ate was made by my aunt. You weren't coming to our house to play often back when my third aunt was cooking!"

In fact, Lin Chang'er only cooked for a very short period of time at the Gu family. Once Gu's sister-in-law started cooking, she became the theorist, writing down whatever came to mind, telling Gu's sister-in-law, and then having Gu's sister-in-law put it into practice.

But can this be considered as having eaten Lin Chang'er's cooking? After all, it was Lin Chang'er who came up with the style!

However, Zhou Yi's little brain clearly hadn't thought of that yet. The little guy's expression was blank, his big eyes blinked, and he looked at Lin Chang'er with a wronged expression, "Third Aunt..."

Lin Chang'er smiled and said, "It's alright, Xiao Bao will be able to eat the meatballs made by his third aunt tonight."

"Yay!" Zhou Yi clapped his hands and jumped up. "Mom said we can't just eat rice. Xiao Bao wants to eat the meatballs Auntie makes. We also have to help with chores. Xiao Bao, Xiao Bao, go start the fire..."

"No, please!" Aunt Gu quickly stopped her, "If the little one plays with fire, he'll wet his pants tonight!"

Zhou Yi had already run to the stove, and upon hearing this, he immediately covered his mouth with his little hand, "Did you wet your pants?"

Her big eyes darted around.

Gu Xiaoman nodded, "That's right, brother doesn't play with fire at night."

Zhou Yi let go, scratched his little head, almost tearing the little hairpin off, "Then, what can Xiao Bao do to help Auntie, Grandma?"

Gu Xiaoman tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said to Lin Chang'er, "Auntie, shall Xiaobao and I help you make meatballs?"

Lin Chang'er nodded, "Okay, there's water in the basin, take your little brother to wash his hands first."

Gu Xiaoman nodded, then, as if remembering something, asked, "Auntie, should we go and call my sister and the others in as well?"

Lin Chang'er shook her head, "No need, Xiaoman and Xiaobao are fine."

Gu Xiaoman smiled broadly, his face full of satisfaction. Look how much his aunt dotes on him, only letting him help out!

After the two children washed their hands, Lin Chang'er had finished mixing the filling. She chatted with the two children for a few minutes, and Aunt Gu had finished kneading the dough. She called out to them, "Alright, Xiaoman and Xiaobao, come and get to work."

"Yay, let's get to work, let's get to work..."

The two little ones were having so much fun that they were practically twisting themselves into pretzel shapes as they walked.

Lin Chang'er couldn't stop smiling as the two little ones amused her.

The new kitchen is equipped with a large cutting board, so there's no need to use the water tank lid when kneading dough.

With a group of children frequently staying at the house, Lin Chang'er even had Li Er specially make a table for the children to eat at, with the perfect height and size for them.

After kneading the dough, Aunt Gu put it into a basin and placed it on the small table.

Lin Chang'er also brought over the minced meat, and the two adults and two children sat down around the small table.

Gu Xiaoman and Zhou Yi were already itching to get started, their sleeves rolled up high.

Although the two little ones are still young, they have both experienced hardship and know the value of food. They dare not waste it. It is also their first time making meatballs, and they do not know how to start.

She rubbed her little hands together and looked longingly at Lin Chang'er and Aunt Gu.

Lin Chang'er was always very patient with the little children, and handed them two small balls of dough.

She picked a ball herself, "Come on, follow your auntie, first put the dough in your little palms, then roll it into a round ball..."

"Rub them into round balls..." Gu Xiaoman muttered, her little head bobbing along.

Zhou Yi tried to imitate him, but he was too young. He kneaded the dough with his little hands, and although he tried his best, he was still not quite there yet. He got impatient and kept saying, "Auntie, Auntie, the dough is not behaving!"

Lin Chang'er laughed and said, "It's okay, Xiao Bao, just knead it hard. It's fine if it's not round."

"Okay, Xiao Bao, rub it rounder..." Encouraged, Zhou Yi worked even harder.

Seeing that it was almost done, Lin Chang'er pressed her palms together, "Now flatten Yuanyuan into a pancake..."

Gu Xiaoman followed Zhou Yi's instructions. Gu Xiaoman was a bit older, so the flatbread she made was more presentable.

Zhou Yi's lump could only barely be considered a cookie, but the little guy was no longer anxious. He looked at Lin Chang'er excitedly, "Auntie, Xiao Bao has pressed the cookie, and then squeezed and squeezed..."

Lin Chang'er pinched the dough and gently rolled it thin with both hands. "Then, turn the thick dough into a thin pancake."

The two little ones followed suit, but this proved to be quite difficult for them.

Lin Chang'er didn't force it. Children should be allowed to use their imaginations. Just like the moon has its phases, meat dumplings don't necessarily have to be round.

"After thinning it out, we'll pinch the edges together little by little to make the pancake into a little pouch."

As Lin Chang'er spoke, she deftly pinched the edges to make a small pouch, then unfolded it for the two little ones to see. "Look, it's like this, Auntie."

Gu Xiaoman and Zhou Yi tilted their little heads up to look, blinking their eyes. Gu Xiaoman said first, "Auntie's bib is pretty!"

Zhou Yi nodded, "Beautiful!"

Lin Chang'er smiled, scooped a spoonful of minced meat and stuffed it in, "Come on, let's stuff some delicious food into our pockets, Xiaoman, Xiaobao, stuff it yourselves."

Gu Xiaoman and Zhou Yi are currently at a point where they're both inept and in love. The dough they've made is a mess, but I just can't say it's no good.

Gu Xiaoman scooped up a huge spoonful of filling and stuffed it into the dough pouch. Lin Chang'er laughed, "Oh, Xiaoman, your pouch isn't big enough! If it overflows, someone will eat it!"

Zhou Yi laughed and scooped out a small ball of meat filling with a spoon. "Auntie, Xiao Bao's pocket can hold it."

Lin Chang'er glanced at him. Although his appearance was not perfect, the little boy had indeed tried his best, so she praised him without reservation: "Little Bao is great. Do it like this again, pinch the opening of the bib closed. Yes, just like that. That way, the flesh inside the bib won't fall out, right?"

Zhou Yi nodded hurriedly, "Yes!" He imitated Lin Chang'er and shaped the dough into meatballs with pointed little tails. "Auntie, Auntie, Xiao Bao is done!"

Lin Chang'er gave him a thumbs up, "Xiao Bao, do you want to continue? Or should you rest for a while?"

Zhou Yi nodded, and Lin Chang'er gave him another piece of dough, letting him do as he pleased.

Seeing Gu Xiaoman still stubbornly stuffing meat filling into her flour bag, Lin Chang'er leaned over and said, "Come on, let Auntie help Xiaoman."

Gu Xiaoman turned to look at her and nodded.

Lin Chang'er guided him step by step to roll the dough thinner, finally thinner enough to hold his spoonful of meat filling, and then held his little hand to seal it.

Lin Chang'er looked at the size of the meatball and exclaimed, "Wow, Xiaoman, this meatball of yours is huge!"

Gu Xiaoman chuckled, "Yes, Xiaoman's is the biggest."

As they were talking, Wu Qingfeng walked in from the doorway, his gaze falling on Lin Chang'er with utmost tenderness.

Just as Lin Chang'er was about to greet them, Aunt Gu spoke first, "Chang'er, you go ahead and do your work, leave this to me."

Lin Chang'er paused, looked at Wu Qingfeng, raised her eyes, and Wu Qingfeng nodded without changing his expression.

Lin Chang'er stood up. "Xiaoman and Xiaobao, follow Grandma and make meatballs well. Auntie is going out for a while and will be right back!"