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    In the blink of an eye, Mucha and Ye Sijue returned to the hotel room without attracting anyone's attention.

    The moment the suite door closed, Mucha let out a long breath: "Huh"

    As soon as she turned her head, she saw in the kitchen of the suite, a tall and dignified man neatly rolled up his sleeves at his wrists, and with his flat hands, he grabbed a pan.

    Mucha walked over curiously and asked, "Can't you tell that President Ye Da can also cook?"

    Ye Sijue raised his chin slightly and said, "It's a trivial matter like this, as long as you have some hands. I'll just cook some instant noodles. Do you want to eat it?"

    Mucha was really hungry after working all night, so she nodded quickly: "Eat!"

    Ten minutes later, Mucha looked at the two bowls of instant noodles that were lumpy and turned into lumps. She looked away silently and tried to hold back her laughter - she really thought that a young man like Ye Sijue, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, knew how to cook.  Can even a bowl of instant noodles be cooked into a dark dish?

    "Don't hold it back, just laugh if you want." Ye Sijue slammed two pairs of chopsticks on the table and said with an unhappy face: "There are specialties in the art, and this is my first time cooking, so failure is normal.  "

    Mucha couldn't classify "cooking instant noodles" as "cooking". He shook his head and said against his will: "I'm not laughing at you. It's my first time to 'cook' like thisit's already pretty good. But these two bowls  I really can¡¯t eat the noodles. I just saw flour and some daily dishes in the kitchen. How about I make dumplings for you to eat? Do you want to eat them? "

    "Can."

    Ye Sijue nodded reluctantly, turned around and poured the two bowls of instant noodles into the trash can with an expressionless expression.

    He was also a little bit dissatisfied with the noodles he made. When he heard that Mucha was about to make dumplings, he also thought about finding an opportunity to laugh at Mucha.

    The next time he finally tried to cook, she actually disliked him.

    He wanted to see what she could do with such simple ingredients in the kitchen.

    A person with Mucha¡¯s temperament can barely make coffee. He didn¡¯t really believe her when she said she knew how to cook.

    Mucha walked into the kitchen and checked the ingredients first, and found that although the ingredients were simple, they were all fresh.

    She picked a few vegetables and washed them carefully, then cut the vegetables into small pieces in a neat movement, mixed the minced meat together, and added various seasoning powders to make dumpling fillings.

    Ye Sijue watched fascinatedly from the side without even blinking.

    It was the first time that he felt that something as full of fireworks as cooking, after being done by Mucha, turned out to be like art.

    Maybe it¡¯s because Mucha has slender, beautiful, white hands with slender fingers.

    Mucha didn't notice that Ye Sijue was staring at her. After she concentrated on adjusting the filling, she began to roll out the dumpling wrappers.

    Just now she used tools to ferment the kneaded dough when she was adjusting the filling. Now she is rolling out the dumpling wrappers very skillfully.

    Ye Sijue couldn't help but ask, "Do you often do this?"

    "That's right. When I was in the countryside, sometimes when I got tired of the food at home, I would make some simple dishes by myself. Dumplings are the simplest. Just wrap them and cook them."

    "Yeah." Ye Sijue pretended not to notice Mucha's "slip of the tongue" just now and started making dumplings on his own initiative.

    Ye Sijue is not good at cooking, but he is good at making dumplings. They come out pretty good and round - apart from the fact that he sometimes breaks the wrappers.

    The two of them said nothing and quietly wrapped dumplings, but Ye Sijue didn't find it boring at all to do such a trivial thing.

    I even enjoy such a tranquility.

    Soon, the dumplings were wrapped and cooked.

    "Then let me try your handiwork." Ye Sijue casually picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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