Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Ye Siming grabbed Gu Nuo'er's collar with one hand, picked her up and walked out.

Gu Nuo'er waved the fog in front of her with her little hand: "Cough! Who acridine!"

When he saw Ye Siming's cold brows clearly, the little guy gave a soft snort.

"It turned out to be a wolf wolf!"

Hearing this title, Ye Siming raised his eyebrows, and his unhappy expression due to worry also dissipated a little.

"What are you doing here yourself, trying to raze the kitchen to the ground?"

Gu Nuo'er turned back, looked at the kitchen where the smoke was billowing, and scratched the tip of her nose embarrassedly: "The nest won't burn..."

With this touch, she accidentally rubbed the pot ashes on her soft fingertips onto her nose.

Ye Siming frowned.

I saw the little guy's soft white and tender face, with two black shadows on the left and the right.

Now there is a little more on the tip of the nose.

Just like a cat.

Ye Siming sighed.

He put the little man on the ground: "Wait here, I'll get it."

Gu Nuo'er pinched her hands helplessly.

Watching Ye Siming stride into the smoking kitchen.

After a while, the smoke no longer dissipated.

All I could hear was the "da-da" sound of chopping.

Gu Nuoer hurried to the door and took a look inside.

I saw that Ye Siming had rolled up his sleeves and was handling an eggplant.

He is not very skilled in holding the knife, as if he is about to kill people.

With sharp hands, peel the eggplant and cut into thin slices.

Just now, Gu Nuoer started the fire just to warm up the cakes in the steamer.

At this moment, Ye Siming neatly placed it on the plate and put it aside.

Ye Siming didn't look back: "It's almost noon. If you don't eat, you are hungry, and you want to cry with me again. Sit next to me, and you'll be fine later."

Gu Nuoer snorted obediently.

She stepped on small feet and held a wooden stool with her two small hands.

Then, he sat behind Ye Siming.

Gu Nuo'er supported her pink face and looked at his back attentively.

"Brother Siming, I don't know, you can still cook."

"I won't," Ye Siming said lightly, "I saw Mrs. Bai do it once before, but now I'll do it again according to the steps in my memory. If it doesn't taste good, then... I'll take you out for dinner."

"It's delicious!" Before Gu Nuo'er could eat her mouth, she praised with a little milky voice: "Everything Brother Siming makes is delicious!"

Ye Siming turned his back to her, his thin lips melted into a soft smile.

After a while, he felt a weakness in his waist.

Ye Siming turned his head, Gu Nuo'er hugged him from behind, and was tying Mammy Hu's apron for him!

"Tie the horn, don't get Brother Siming's clothes dirty!"

The apron is a blue cloth bottom, floral color.

Something full of womanhood.

Ye Siming's brows froze, and he wanted to refuse.

But I saw the little man trying his best to wrap his waist around him, and then tying the belt behind him.

Ye Siming paused at his fingertips and let her go.

That's all, if the little things like it, anything is fine.

After a sizzling sound of frying pan.

Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming, in the small courtyard behind the Four Seasons Sugar Shop, set up a small boxy table.

There are three dishes on it, eggplant roast pork, tofu fish soup and a vinegary cabbage.

The fragrant rice is sprinkled with black sesame seeds.

Gu Nuo'er's index finger moved a lot, and she just wanted to stretch out her little hand to get chopsticks.

It was caught by Ye Siming.

"Go wash your hands and face first, flower cat." The boy's voice had a unique hoarseness and magnetism, and his dark eyes were dark.