It was okay if he didn't ask, but when he asked, Gu Nuoer's tears fell like broken beads.
The little man sobbed and said, "I've tasted the nest, and it tastes terrible... I want to help Grandma Hu write down all the recipes so that she won't make mistakes in the future, but I'm so stupid, why?"
Everything you do will fail."
Gu Nuoer wiped her tears with the back of her little hand: "What's more, it tastes so bad, brother Siming, you can still swallow it. My mother said that people who can tolerate what you do badly are people who love you. Brother Siming,
Do you love me too?"
Ye Siming was startled.
He paused while wiping the little guy's tears.
However, Gu Nuoer's big moist eyes were open and her little nose was still breathing in and out, as if waiting for his answer.
Looking at these dark eyes, which had just been washed away by tears, they were now dark and clear, like two softly shining pearls.
Ye Siming's auricles felt hot involuntarily.
His thin lips moved, but before he could speak, Gu Nuoer threw herself into his arms.
Two small hands hugged Ye Siming's waist.
"Wo also likes you, Wolf Wolf!"
Although he didn't answer, the little person firmly believed that Wolf Wolf was like father and mother, he loved and cared for her.
Ye Siming lowered his eyes, his gaze gradually becoming softer.
He asked patiently: "What pastries do you want to make?"
"Well, the simplest kind. Aunt Hu is the best at making fried sugar cakes. Can brother Siming do it?"
Ye Siming paused: "Yes."
Gu Nuoer followed him into the kitchen and watched Ye Siming skillfully knead and leave the dough.
After waiting for a while, he heated up the pot and put the dough wrapped in sugar into the pot.
After a lot of work, it was finally done.
"Be careful because it's hot." Ye Siming took the initiative to help her blow it, wrapped the lower edge of the sugar cake with oil paper, and handed it to the little guy.
Gu Nuoer held the hot pancake and took a bite carefully.
The syrup is full of fragrance and flows out.
Delicious!
Gu Nuoer suddenly narrowed his eyes and almost shook his head with satisfaction.
But as she ate, she suddenly felt that although the taste was very different from what Grandma Hu made, it was also a bit familiar...
"Brother Siming, why does this sugar cake taste so similar to the one you bring me every time before going to school?"
Every time on the carriage, Ye Siming would hand over hot sugar cookies.
Gu Nuoer thought it was made by Mrs. Bai and ate it happily every time.
The sugar cakes brought by Ye Siming gradually changed from their original dark appearance to golden and crispy.
After hearing Gu Nuoer's question, Ye Siming lowered his eyes and looked at her.
"I did it all, of course it's the same."
Gu Nuoer opened her eyes wide.
"Brother Siming did it all? I thought it was Mrs. Bai!"
Ye Siming snorted coldly: "Seeing that you like to eat, I just made it for you this morning."
Gu Nuoer thought thoughtfully: "Well, brother Siming got up so early!"
Ye Siming sneered and said nothing.
Then I took a pen and paper from the front hall and carefully wrote down the process and recipe.
"Leave it to Aunt Hu." Ye Siming took a stone and pressed the recipe onto the stove.
Gu Nuoer hugged the sugar cake, her black eyelashes flashed, and she looked at him with watery eyes.
Just before Ye Siming came, she cried in frustration because of several failures.
Because she discovered that there are things in the world that cannot be accomplished even with magic.
She can reproduce the candy cake made by Grandma Hu, but she cannot restore the recipe.
It's like a spell can accomplish anything.
But the feelings between people and the energy that Grandma Hu put into making pastries cannot be retained with spiritual power.