Chapter 620 Little things like it, you can do whatever you want
Chapter 620
Ye Siming grabbed Gu Nuoer's collar with one hand, picked her up and walked out.
Gu Nuoer waved the fog in front of her with her little hand: "Cough! Who is that!"
When he saw Ye Siming's cold eyebrows and eyes clearly, the little guy said softly.
"So it's a wolf!"
When Ye Siming heard this title, he raised his eyebrows and his expression of displeasure due to worry also dissipated a little.
"What are you doing here? Want to level the kitchen?"
Gu Nuoer turned around and looked at the smoke in the kitchen, and scratched her nose embarrassedly: "The nest can't burn the fire..."
With this touch, she accidentally rubbed the ash on her soft and tender fingertips against her nose.
Ye Siming looked at his eyebrows.
I saw two black shadows on the soft white and tender face of the little guy.
There is a little more on the tip of the nose now.
It's like a cat.
Ye Siming sighed.
He put the little man on the ground: "Wait here, I'll do it."
Gu Nuoer pinched her at a loss.
Watching Ye Siming striding into the smoking kitchen.
Soon, the smoke no longer dissipates.
Only the "dou" sound of cutting vegetables was heard.
Gu Nuoer hurried to the door and took a look inside.
I saw Ye Siming rolled up his sleeves and was dealing with an eggplant.
He was not very skilled in holding the knife, and he seemed to be preparing to slaughter someone.
Start sharply and peel the eggplant and slice it into thin slices.
Just now, Gu Nuoer was burning the fire just to heat up the pastries in the steamer.
At this moment, Ye Siming was neatly placed on the plate and placed aside.
Ye Siming didn't look back: "It's almost noon. I won't eat and I'm hungry. I'm going to cry with me again. I'll sit next to me and wait a moment."
Gu Nuoer said obediently.
She walked with her little feet and used her two small hands to bring a wooden stool.
Then, he sat behind Ye Siming.
Gu Nuoer supported her pink face and looked at his back with concentration.
"Brother Si Ming, I don't know, you can cook."
"I don't know," Ye Siming said lightly: "I saw Mrs. Bai make it once before, and now I will do it again according to the steps I remember. If it is not delicious, then... I will take you out for dinner again."
"It's delicious!" Before Gu Nuoer could finish her mouth, she praised with her little breasts: "Everything made by Brother Si Ming is delicious!"
Ye Siming turned his back to her, and his thin lips dissipated a gentle smile.
After a while, his waist felt soft.
Ye Siming turned his head and it was Gu Nuoer who hugged him from behind and was tying Madam Hu's apron!
"Tie it, don't dirty Brother Si Ming's clothes!"
The apron is a blue cloth base and has a broken color.
Something full of a woman's atmosphere.
Ye Siming turned his eyebrows cold and wanted to refuse.
But I saw the little man trying hard to wrap around his waist and then tied a strap behind him.
Ye Siming paused with his fingertips and let her go.
Forget it, if you like it, you can do whatever you want.
After a sizzling sound of stir-frying in the oil pan.
Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming were in the small courtyard behind the Siji Candy Shop, with a square table.
There are three dishes on it, eggplant roasted pork, tofu fish soup and a vinegar-slip cabbage.
The fragrant rice is sprinkled with black sesame seeds.
Gu Nuoer's index finger was shaking, and she was about to reach out her hand to get the chopsticks.
It was seized by Ye Siming.
"Go and wash your hands and face first, the cat." The boy's voice was uniquely low and magnetic, and his black eyes were heavy.