Gu Nuoer was pulled to the edge of the water tank by him.
Ye Siming squatted down, wetted it with a clean handkerchief, and gently wiped it on the little guy's face.
He never had such a light force.
I learned how to master tofu and didn’t break it.
It can come in handy now.
Ye Siming couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a hint of satisfaction between his handsome and unruly eyebrows.
Gu Nuoer slapped her long eyebrows and blinked her big eyes to look at the boy in front of her.
The warm autumn sun was like splashed gold powder, sprinkled on Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer.
He was also wearing the floured apron, but he wore a jade crown on his head. The collision of nobleness and the breath of fireworks had a strange beauty that he said.
"I've cried, huh?" Ye Siming suddenly asked.
Gu Nuoer came to her senses and nodded.
Ye Siming sank his eyebrows: "I'll solve it for you."
The little guy didn't understand.
Madam Hu has grown old, can Brother Si Ming have a solution?
However, Ye Siming didn't say anything more, just held her clean little hand and pulled it to the table.
"Eat." He handed a pair of chopsticks.
Afterwards, Ye Siming took the initiative to pick up a lot of dishes for Gu Nuoer and put them in a bowl.
He doesn't like eating very much, but he likes to watch her eat.
I like Gu Nuoer’s eyes shining when she eats delicious food.
It is shiny and clear, with its round and plump little cheeks, which makes people feel urge to bite it in one bite.
She was eating happily when she saw Ye Siming suddenly get up, walk into the kitchen, and bring another plate of pastries that looked crooked.
The little guy quickly put down his chopsticks: "Brother Si Ming, this cannot be eaten!"
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and puzzled: "Why can't it? I think you steamed it together in a cage."
He could tell at a glance that this must be the masterpiece of the little guy.
There are also some pastries with good shape and regular shape in the steamer, probably the works of Madam Hu.
Gu Nuoer was anxious, put down her chopsticks, ran to him on tiptoe, and wanted to grab the plate.
"This one cannot be eaten! It's not delicious!"
Ye Siming held up the plate high and refused to grab it for her, but smiled and said, "I haven't tasted it before, how do you know if it's delicious?"
After saying that, he freed up a hand, picked up a pastry that was crooked like a little bug and stuffed it into his mouth.
Gu Nuoer immediately opened her eyes wide.
Shui Lingling's eyes were full of anxiety.
Ye Si's smile froze at the beginning, then his brows gradually frowned, he slowly tasted it twice, and finally swallowed it into his stomach.
In this state, it seems like eating raw meat.
Gu Nuoer's little breasts were trembling: "It's hard to eat? I'm told to stop letting you eat it!"
"It's delicious." Ye Si Aki said two words without changing his face.
Then, in front of Gu Nuoer, he calmly began to taste the remaining pastries on the plate.
Gu Nuoer was stunned.
Ye Siming's expression doesn't look particularly unpalatable.
But she had just tasted it herself, and it was not salty, sweet or sweet, some of which were not prepared well, and it also had a fishy smell of eggs!
Ye Siming sat on the threshold beside him, looking at the autumn leaves rustling everywhere, and calmly ate the pastries on the plate.
After a while, I almost finished eating.
Gu Nuoer couldn't believe it, so she walked up to get a piece and put it in her mouth.
I just took a bite and vomited with my little face.
"vomit!"
She is really the God of Death!
Ye Siming comforted: "It doesn't matter, it's cooked and can be eaten."
Gu Nuoer looked at him, and tears suddenly gradually arose in his big eyes.
Ye Siming was stunned and quickly put down the plate: "Why are you crying?"