Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 939 can be eaten as a specialty

Pan Shiyu: "Puff——"

He cried and looked at the delicate-looking girl with clean and clear eyes, funny, "What a coincidence, I am also your fan."

"Eh?"

"My wife chased after the tidbits of Concubine Yan every day. She likes you very much. If she knows that the mysterious guest is you, she might be so happy. Hey, are you 19 years old this year? You are really amazing. What are your plans next? Can't you think about me?"

Pan Shiyu joked with a smile.

Song Yaoyao didn't expect her popularity to be so wide that even the actor knew her.

She scratched her head, her face was not flushed or panting, but she had to pretend to be shy, and said: "It's my honor to make Teacher Pan and sister like me. That's fine. When I prepare for the new drama, Teacher Pan can't lie to me!"

Pan Shiyu: "Ah... good."

He just said it casually, but Song Yaoya didn't listen casually, she took it seriously.

Here in Song Yaoyao.

Even if it is fake, she has to make it real.

If Pan Shiyu goes to her crew, she will let Pan Shiyu make her super delicious cakes.

what……

Just think about it.

Therefore, the new script should be prepared quickly!

"Well, we talked so much, let's get back to business. Comrade Xiaoya, what are your specialties?"

I'm coming--

Song Yaoyao's smile froze, and she was never more brilliant again.

She blinked and said with a guilty conscience: "All...what specialties?"

The program team didn't tell her.

All she knows is that most of the guests who come to participate will cook special dishes.

But cooking, she almost burned the kitchen and didn't learn it, no wonder she!

Pan Shiyu: "Any specialty is fine, it doesn't matter, just say it boldly."

He looks gentle at first, like an amiable teacher, now looking at Song Yaoyao encouragingly.

Song Yaoya nodded, showing more courage.

She asked cautiously: "Then... can it be eaten, is it a specialty?"

Pan Shiyu: "Huh?"

"Otherwise, chop wood? I am also very strong."

"Chop, chop wood?"

"Can't it?" Song Yaoyao's eyes are wet, her hands clasped together, looking at Pan Shiyu pitifully, "I can learn too."

So please, make her a cake.

Pan Shiyu was accidentally caught by Song Yaoyao.

The little girl in front of her has a creamy skin, her cheeks are naturally pink, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and her pair of dark eyes instantly reminds Pan Shiyu of the glazed marbles treasured in her childhood.

"Fine--"

He coughed twice and even his voice softened.

"You passed the level."

"Yay!"

Hearing that, Song Yaoyao, who was still pitiful just now, flashed a bright smile on her small face.

Pan Shiyu: I feel cheated.

Song Yaoyao: "Then Teacher Pan, can I still eat your desserts?"

She folded her hands together, "Please, please, I'm here for your craft."

Pan Shiyu helped her forehead, such a cute, coquettish, unpretentious girl, who can't be reluctant?

If he had a child, the child would be almost as old as Song Yaoyao.

He and his wife have been through ups and downs for more than 20 years.

"Row."

Program group: "When did Teacher Pan talk so well?"

Didn't he always enjoy torturing guests? And he just looked at Song Yaoyao's eyes, just like seeing his own daughter.

It's terribly spoiled.

It's not like the Pan Shiyu they know. As a senior artist in the entertainment industry, he is also the one who won the trophy. There are many younger generations in the entertainment industry who have received his guidance.

(End of this chapter)