Chapter 621： She's a **** of death cooks!

Gu Nuoer was dragged by him to the water tank.

Ye Siming squatted down, wetted a clean handkerchief, and gently wiped the little guy's face.

He had never pressed so lightly.

It's all because I learned how to hold tofu without breaking it.

Now it can come in handy.

Ye Siming couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a trace of satisfaction between his handsome and unruly eyebrows.

Gu Nuo'er fluttered her long eyelashes and blinked her big eyes to look at the young man in front of her.

The warm autumn sun, like splashed gold powder, sprinkled on Ye Siming and Gu Nuo'er.

He was still wearing that floured apron, but a jade crown on his head. The collision between the noble and the fireworks had a strange beauty.

"I cried, eh?" Ye Siming asked suddenly.

Gu Nuo'er came back to her senses and nodded.

Ye Siming frowned: "I'll solve it for you."

The little guy didn't understand.

Mother Hu is getting old, does brother Siming have a solution?

However, Ye Siming didn't say anything more, just held her clean little hand and pulled it to the table.

"Eat." He handed over a pair of chopsticks.

Later, Ye Siming took the initiative to put a lot of dishes for Gu Nuoer in the bowl.

He doesn't like to eat very much, but he likes to watch her eat.

I like Gu Nuo'er's eyes that shine when she eats delicious food.

Bright and clear, with small round and full cheeks, it really makes people have the urge to bite.

She was eating happily when she saw Ye Siming suddenly get up, walked into the kitchen, and brought another plate of cakes that looked crooked.

The little guy quickly put down his chopsticks: "Brother Siming, you can't eat this!"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Why not? I think you put them together in a drawer and steamed them."

He could tell at a glance that this must be the work of Little Things.

There are also some nice and regular cakes in the steamer, probably the work of Hu Mama.

Gu Nuo'er was in a hurry, put down her chopsticks, and ran on tiptoes in front of him to grab a plate.

"This can't be eaten! It's not delicious!"

Ye Siming held up the plate aloft and refused to grab it for her, but said with a smile, "I haven't tasted it, how do I know if it's delicious?"

After saying that, he freed one hand and picked up a cake that was crooked like a small bug and stuffed it into his mouth.

Gu Nuoer's eyes widened immediately.

Shui Lingling's eyes were full of apprehension.

Ye Siming's smile froze at the beginning, then his brows gradually wrinkled, he slowly tasted it twice, and finally swallowed it in his stomach.

This state is like eating raw meat.

Gu Nuo'er's little milk voice trembled: "It's hard to eat? The nest said don't let you eat it!"

"Delicious." Ye Siming said two words without changing his face.

Then, in front of Gu Nuoer, he calmly began to taste the remaining pastries on the plate.

Gu Nuo'er was startled.

Ye Siming's expression didn't look particularly unpalatable.

But she had just tasted it by herself, salty or sweet or sweet, and some were not ready, and they had a fishy smell of eggs!

Ye Siming sat on the threshold beside him, looking at the rustling autumn leaves in the sky, calmly eating the cakes on the plate.

In no time, it was almost over.

Gu Nuo'er couldn't believe it, she stepped forward and took a piece and put it in her mouth.

As soon as he took a bite, he frowned and spat out.

"vomit!"

She's a **** of death cooks!

Ye Siming comforted: "It doesn't matter, it's cooked and can be eaten."

Gu Nuo'er looked at him, tears suddenly filled in her big eyes.

Ye Siming was stunned for a moment, and quickly put down the plate: "Why are you crying?"

Didn't he say it was delicious?