Chapter 621 She is really the kitchen god of death!
Gu Nuoer was dragged to the water tank by him.
Ye Siming knelt down, wetted a clean handkerchief, and gently wiped it on the little guy's face.
He has never been so strong.
It was during that time that I learned how to hold tofu without breaking it.
Now it can actually come in handy.
Ye Siming couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a trace of satisfaction in his handsome and unruly eyebrows.
Gu Nuoer fluttered her long eyelashes, blinked her big eyes and looked at the young man in front of her.
The warm autumn sun was like golden powder sprinkled on the bodies of Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer.
He was still wearing the flour-stained apron, but he was wearing a jade crown on his head. The collision of the noble and pyrotechnic atmosphere gave him an unspeakably strange beauty.
"Have you cried, huh?" Ye Siming asked suddenly.
Gu Nuoer came back to his senses and nodded.
Ye Siming frowned: "I'll solve it for you."
The little guy didn't understand.
Grandma Hu is getting old. Does Brother Siming have a solution?
However, Ye Siming didn't say anything more, he just took her clean little hand and pulled her to the table.
"Eat." He handed over a pair of chopsticks.
Later, Ye Siming took the initiative to put a lot of vegetables in the bowl for Gu Nuoer.
He doesn't like to eat very much, but he likes to watch her eat.
I like Gu Nuoer's eyes that light up when she eats delicious food.
It's sparkling and clear, with round and plump little cheeks, which really makes people want to take a bite.
She was happily eating when she saw Ye Siming suddenly get up, walk into the kitchen, and bring another plate of crooked-looking pastries.
The little guy quickly put down his chopsticks: "Brother Siming, you can't eat this!"
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Why not? I think you steamed them together in the basket."
He could tell at a glance that this must be the work of a little thing.
There are also some good-looking and regular pastries in the steamer, probably the creations of Grandma Hu.
Gu Nuoer became anxious, put down her chopsticks, and ran to him on tiptoe to grab the plate.
"You can't eat this! It doesn't taste good!"
Ye Siming raised the plate high and refused to let her grab it, but said with a smile: "I haven't tasted it, how do I know if it tastes good or not?"
After saying that, he freed up one hand, picked up a crooked pastry that looked like a small insect, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Gu Nuoer's eyes suddenly widened.
Shui Lingling's eyes were full of anxiety.
Ye Siming's smile froze at first, then his brows gradually furrowed, and he slowly tasted it twice, and finally swallowed it.
In this state, it's like eating raw meat.
Gu Nuoer's little voice was trembling: "Is it hard to eat? I told you not to eat it!"
"It's delicious." Ye Siming 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 didn't look particularly unpleasant.
But she had just tasted it herself, whether it was salty or sweet, some were not cooked well, and they still had a fishy smell like eggs!
Ye Siming sat on the threshold beside him, looking at the rustling autumn leaves in the sky, and calmly eating the cakes on the plate.
After a while, I almost finished eating.
Gu Nuoer couldn't believe it, walked forward, took a piece, and put it in his mouth.
As soon as I took a bite, I frowned and spit it out.
"vomit!"
She is really the chef of death!
Ye Siming comforted him: "It doesn't matter, it's cooked and can be eaten."
Gu Nuo'er looked at him, and tears suddenly began to accumulate in her big eyes.
Ye Siming was stunned and quickly put down the plate: "Why are you crying?"