Chapter 621 - 621: She’s Really the Death God of Cooking!
The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter
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He pulled Gu Nuoâer to the water vat.
Ye Siming squatted down and gently wiped the childâs face with a clean handkerchief.
He had never used so little strength before.
He had learned how to do this by practicing holding tofu without breaking it into pieces previously.
Now, it actually came in handy.
The corners of Ye Simingâs lips couldnât help but curl up slightly. There was a hint of satisfaction in his handsome and arrogant eyes.
Gu Nuoâer fluttered her long eyelashes and blinked her big eyes at the youth in front of her.
The warm autumn sun was like gold dust that had been splashed on Ye Siming and Gu Nuoâer.
He was still wearing the apron that had flour stained on it, but he was wearing a jade headgear on his head. The collision of the noble and pyrotechnic feelings brought about a strange beauty to it.
âYouâve cried, huh?â Ye Siming suddenly asked.
Gu Nuoâer came back to her senses and nodded.
Ye Siming frowned. âIâll settle it for you.â
The child didnât understand.
Nanny Hu had become old. Could Elder Brother Siming also have a way to resolve this?
However, Ye Siming didnât say anything else. He only held her small hand that had been wiped clean and pulled her to the table.
âEat.â He handed her a pair of chopsticks.
Then, Ye Siming took the initiative to pick up many dishes for Gu Nuoâer and placed them in her bowl.
He didnât like to eat much, but he liked to watch her eat.
He liked Gu Nuoâerâs eyes that shone when she ate delicacies.
They were sparkling and clear. Coupled with her round and plump cheeks, it really made one have the urge to take a bite.
She was eating happily when she saw Ye Siming suddenly get up and walk into the kitchen, carrying another plate of crooked-looking pastries.
The child quickly put down her chopsticks. âElder Brother Siming, you canât eat this!â
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows in confusion. âWhy not? I think you placed them in the steamer together to steam them.â
He could tell at a glance that this was definitely the work of the little thing.
There were also some well-shaped pastries in the steamer. Those were probably Nanny Huâs work.
Gu Nuoâer became anxious. She put down her chopsticks and ran up to him, tiptoeing to snatch the plate.
âYou canât eat this! They donât taste good!â
Ye Siming raised the plate high and didnât let her snatch it, but he smiled and said, âIâve never tried it before. How would I know if itâs delicious or otherwise?â
After saying that, he freed one hand, picked up a pastry that was crooked like a worm, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Gu Nuoâer immediately widened her eyes. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Her watery eyes were filled with anxiety.
Ye Simingâs smile froze at the beginning. Then, he gradually frowned and slowly tasted it a little before swallowing it.
He looked as if he was eating raw meat.
Gu Nuoâerâs childish voice trembled. âIt tastes bad, right? I already told you not to eat it!â
âItâs delicious,â Ye Siming said without changing his expression.
Then, in front of Gu Nuoâer, he calmly started to taste the remaining pastries on the plate.
Gu Nuoâer was stunned.
Ye Simingâs expression didnât look like the pastries tasted especially bad.
However, she had just tasted it herself. They were neither salty nor sweet. Some of them werenât done well and even had the fishy smell of eggs!
Ye Siming sat on the threshold at the side and looked at the autumn leaves that filled the sky, calmly eating the pastries on the plate.
After a while, he was almost done with the food.
Gu Nuoâer couldnât believe it. She walked forward, took a piece, and put it in her mouth.
She had just taken a bite when she frowned and spat it out.
âBlargh!â
She was really the Death God of Cooking!
Ye Siming comforted her, âItâs fine. Itâs cooked and edible.â
Gu Nuoâer looked at him, her big eyes suddenly gradually filled with tears again.
Ye Siming was stunned and quickly put down the plate. âWhy are you crying?â
Didnât he say that they were delicious?