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Chapter 257: Sick Master, Don¡¯t Play with Fire 33

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    When they were in heaven, all the gods knew that the fox clan was not easy to bully and they still held grudges. No one would provoke them when they were full and full.

    It¡¯s good now.

    She doesn¡¯t mind playing with them.

    Qiao Yanran returned to her seat. To be on the safe side, she carefully checked all the tables, chairs and benches. After making sure there were no problems, she sat down.

    In the blink of an eye, most of the afternoon passed.

    As soon as the third period ended, the head teacher walked in. Behind her, there were three or four students, carrying flour and dumpling fillings in their hands.

    "Quiet!"

    The head teacher cleared his throat and said, "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and we have a dumpling-making activity in the fourth period today.

    Now let¡¯s talk about the rules for making dumplings.

    First, form a group of six people, regardless of gender, and work together to make dumplings. There is no limit to the number of dumplings, as long as they are enough for everyone to eat at noon today.

    After a while, the judges and teachers will come over to make the selection for everyone. The first-place team will get a mysterious prize.  By the way, is there anyone in our class who doesn¡¯t know how to make dumplings?  "

    After the head teacher said this, he looked at the people below.

    Five or six students in the class raised their hands sparsely.

    "Okay, other students who can make dumplings will bring these students with them. Everyone will form their own groups first. The monitor will come up and distribute the things."

    Seeing that there weren¡¯t many people in the class who couldn¡¯t make dumplings, the head teacher didn¡¯t teach everyone how to make dumplings in person.

    After the head teacher said this, everyone began to form their own groups. Several groups of girls in the class came to invite Meng Yu, but they were all rejected by him.

    And Qiao Yanran was isolated by all the girls in the class.

    But she doesn¡¯t care.

    Because there were not many people in the class, we formed three groups. Qiao Yanran and Meng Yu were in one group.

    The squad leader handed out the flour, water, fillings, basins and dumpling trays in order, and placed them in front of everyone.

    Meng Yu doesn¡¯t have much time to cook. He only knows how to make rice and doesn¡¯t know much about pasta.

    However, with Wang Anan by his side, he didn't panic at all.

    Qiao Yanran first rinsed the stainless steel basin with water, took some flour and water, and after a while, she kneaded a smooth dough.

    She cut the dough into long strips, cut it into small pieces, and pressed it into a cake shape.

    Meng Yu watched her movements from the side and handed her the rolling pin.

    Qiao Yanran took the rolling pin and found that the rolling pin was actually a hollow stainless steel rolling pin, more like a large straw.

    She looked at the flour in front of her, curled her lips, and showed a malicious smile. She used the end of the rolling pin to blow lightly on the flour-covered chopping board.

    Meng Yu tilted his head and carefully observed Qiao Yanran's movements: ""

    In an instant, I was sprayed with flour, my whole face turned white, and my curled eyelashes were covered with white flour.

    Meng Yu looked aggrieved and accused: "An'an, you are good or bad."

    Qiao Yanran looked at the white dumpling in front of her and rubbed his soft hair with her flour-covered hands, "Be good, don't cry."

    Meng Yu: ""

    He shook his head slightly, and the flour on his hair was like snow, and it instantly covered the ground with a layer of flour.

    Meng Yu stretched out his hand, touched the chopping board with his long finger, and quickly wiped it on the tip of Qiao Yanran's nose as fast as lightning.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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