Chapter 645

After Pei Yibai washed his hands, he realized that Song Weiyi hadn't left yet, and his movements stopped.

"Are you still here?"

"Yes, you make dumplings, and I have my own things to do."

She opened the cupboard, took out the prepared tools and materials, a box of eggs, and beat them into a bowl.

Pei Yibai looked puzzled, "What is this?"

"Secret, don't dawdle, do it quickly, or don't go all afternoon and not get a single one out."

In the afternoon, my aunt was still waiting to come in to cook, and they couldn't occupy the kitchen all the time.

Song Weiyi took two more aprons, one for Pei Yibai and one for himself.

"Your is blue, mine is pink, and it's a couple outfit." Even the apron is a couple outfit, haha.

Pei Yibai was speechless, wiped his hands dry, and stared at the dumpling wrapper and dumpling filling in front of him.

Of course he can't do it, and he doesn't pay attention to what the dumplings look like on weekdays, so he can only follow his own instincts.

With big hands all over, he took out a piece of the dumpling wrapper, accidentally using too much force, the dumpling wrapper was torn in half by him, half stuck to the original dumpling wrapper, and he usually grabbed it in his hand.

"Pfft...hahahaha..." Song Weiyi was beside him, secretly watching Pei Yibai's every move.

Unexpectedly, he had a bad start, and just after he made a move, he broke the dumpling skin.

Pei Yibai's face was ashen, thinking what's so funny? He just didn't control the strength well.

"Don't laugh, have you ever made trouble like this?" How could you be his wife?

Unqualified and incompetent at all!

"I didn't add insult to injury, I just couldn't hold back." Song Weiyi was overjoyed, looking straight at his hand.

After a while, she didn't know what the feat would be again, and she suddenly looked forward to it.

Her eyes are hot, like a shadow.

It's fine at other times, but now, he is doing something that he has never touched before, Song Weiyi's eyes are like a camera, making Pei Yi blush.

"Husband, don't put too much pressure on your heart. Use a little strength and slowly pull off the skin, and it won't fall apart." Seeing that he was a little discouraged, Song Weiyi immediately kissed him.

You can't hurt the baby's father's self-confidence.

"I thought you were going to watch me tear up this dumpling wrapper."

Song Weiyi thought, how could it be possible to make 40 or 50 dumpling wrappers here, if he tore them all up, what a waste?

"I haven't had time to speak yet, I need to understand your strength first."

Then it was discovered that he had no strength at all in this regard.

With a stiff face, Pei Yibai successfully tore off a dumpling wrapper.

Seeing that Song Weiwei was still staring at her, he frowned and turned to her: "I can't be serious with you like this. Don't you want to do your own thing? You are busy with your work, and I will take care of mine."

"Uh, so, are you okay?"

Song Weiyi was just telling the truth, but Pei Yibai was provoked, what do you mean you can do it?

it's OK? This term is an insult to men.

"Why not? Go quickly." Pei Yibai stared.

Touching his nose, Song Weiyi had no choice but to carry it over, and the oven was on the other side.

The kitchen of Pei's house is very big, she stood on the opposite cooking table, back to back with Pei Yibai.

He said he couldn't watch it, and Song Weiyi was too embarrassed to take a peek, but secretly entertained himself, wondering what Pei Yibai would make the dumplings into?

Fortunately, he didn't need to knead the dough himself, otherwise Pei Yibai might have the effect of wrapping buns directly. Thinking about that scene, I feel inexplicably happy.

There are only six people in Pei's family, and Song Weiyi doesn't need to make a big cake.

The materials were all purchased by her herself a few days ago, and no one, including Pei Yibai, knew Song Weiyi's plan.

Here, Pei Yibai put the dumpling wrapper in his palm, picked up a chopstick of meat, and put it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper.

When I pinched the dumpling wrapper, it felt a bit shaped, and I thought, what kind of problem is this?

But the speed is slow, and it took several minutes to pack a decent one.

Two people, you are busy with yours, and I am busy with mine.

When Song's only mixer was banging, Pei Yibai turned around suspiciously.

"What are you doing?"

The low-gluten flour and eggs on the cooking table immediately caught Pei Yibai's eyes.

Song Weiyi simply spread his hands: "Since you have seen it, let's watch it to your heart's content."

He was not polite, and walked over directly, staring at her tools. "what is this?"

"Cake batter just mixed."

"So, what you're tossing about is for making cakes?" Pei Yibai naturally knew that today's special day was the birthday of his younger brother who was making fun of him just now.

"Well, anyway, in terms of gifts, those come and go, and I don't have any special gifts, so I just prepare a little bit of care." Song Weiyi didn't hide his intentions.

Although Pei Yiting is young, he has seen all the good things.

"When will you be able to make cakes? How come I don't know?" Pei Yibai raised his face.

This is a happy thing, but why is Song Weiyi's first cake made for Pei Yiting?

He missed his daughter's first fetal movement right next to her, and was touched by his mother.

It was my wife's first time making a cake for her younger brother. Why is his husband so passerby?

"Oh, why are these words so sour? Are you jealous? Are you jealous of your brother?" Song Weiyi laughed secretly.

It's Chinese New Year, Pei Yibai's every reaction is like a living treasure.

Was it just to make her happy?

"Nonsense." Pei Yibai sternly denied it with his neck crossed.

"Husband, don't be so stubborn, you're just jealous. Just now outside, you were also jealous of your mother." Song Weiyi said unceremoniously.

"I don't want to talk to you." Pei Yibai was not very interested in cakes.

It's not for him, what's there to see?

"Are you angry? Then let me make this for you to taste first?"

"It's not my birthday, why should I try it?" Pei Yibai expressed his disinterest.

"Why does this sound like you are angry with me?"

"Song Weiyi!" The tone was aggravated!

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything, I'm going to work, is that okay?" Mensy man, just pretend!

Pei Yiting likes to eat chocolate, so Song Weiyi chose to make a chocolate cake.

Her craftsmanship can't be said to be very good, but in order not to lose face, it is too different from the ones in the shop outside, Song Weiyi is also very serious in learning these days.

Half an hour later, the cake embryo came out of the oven. Song Weiwei put on his gloves and took it out of the oven.

The smell in the kitchen was fragrant and sweet, and Song Weiyi's confidence was greatly boosted by watching it.

Keep busy, arranging the outer shapes, adding the cream, and cutting the fruit.

"Honey, what do you think?" Song Weiyi grabbed Pei Yibai's arm and brought him to his side.