good night warlord

"Are you going to let everyone in the castle eat dumplings today?"

The man's voice with some laughter interrupted Gu Qingyi's rambling thoughts. She looked at Zhan Shiyan in surprise, and found that there was some narrowness in the other's deep and dark eyes.

Then he reacted and looked down, and suddenly realized that because he was distracted, he had almost poured a bag of flour into the basin.

many.

Mei Zhi saw it and also smiled:

"It doesn't matter. If you make too many dumplings, you can put them in the refrigerator. I can often eat Moran dumplings in the future."

With Mrs. Mei's rescue, Gu Qingyi was not so embarrassed, and said to the man as a matter of course:
"Yeah, that's what I planned too. Make more noodles and make more dumplings."

Zhan Shiyan nodded, but the expression on his face obviously didn't believe her words, but he didn't expose it.

Melinda urged again from the side:

"Shi Yan, come and help me, how much flour should be poured?"

During the war, Yan glanced at it, then casually took the small electronic scale on the cooking shelf and handed it over:

"You should always be able to weigh five hundred grams."

Melinda looked at the nickname in front of her, and her hands were stiff for a long time.

"But I don't know how to use this thing, can you help me?"

"Since you really intend to learn, you should be serious. I can't help you every time by your side, so you do it yourself." When the man said this, his face was expressionless, and he didn't mean to compromise at all.

Melinda was dumbfounded, knowing that Yan was talking to her during the war, so she could only resign herself to weighing the flour on a small scale. It doesn't matter if she doesn't help her now, but she has to teach the one who kneads the dough later.

The flour and water were all put in. During the war, Yan ordered to put some cooking oil and beat a few eggs to increase the texture of the dough. Gu Qingyi followed suit one by one. She already knows how to cook, so doing these things is quite simple. ,Not difficult.

But Melinda is not so handy. She is the eldest lady of the Brady family. The broken ones couldn't be broken any more, and the egg liquid was splashed everywhere, some even splashed on her skirt. Melinda screamed out of fright, and was in a hurry.

"Shi Yan, help me, wipe it off for me, ah, it's so disgusting..."

Melinda raised her hands and begged for help with a pale face, feeling that what was splashed on her was not egg liquid, but an infectious virus.

During the war, Yan stood opposite the cooking counter, and was indifferent to Melinda's pleading for help:
"It's just egg liquid. You've seen it before, and you think egg liquid is disgusting?"

Melinda was bullied again, clenched her fists angrily, and glared at the man opposite.

This was too different from what she had imagined.

Is it because she used to shoot other people's heads off every now and then in front of Shi Yan that she can't show weakness now?

Melinda held back her temper that wanted to get angry:
"Shi Yan, what should I do next? Is it time to knead the dough?"

"Ah."

"Then why don't you teach me yourself?" Melinda was expecting that Yan would agree during the war.

But I saw the man took the washbasin he had operated before to his face, and his knuckle fingers began to knead the dough:

"Just learn from my movements."

A stalk in Melinda's throat:
"But I..."

"Can't even see it?" Wartime Yan said first.

Melinda couldn't see it, she didn't want to see it, she just wanted to get closer to him, so when she heard Yan's question during the war, she immediately nodded like a chicken pecking rice:

"It's too difficult, Shi Yan, if you come over and hold my hand and demonstrate it, I might be able to do it."

Gu Qingyi's movement of kneading the dough slowed down, wondering if Yan would agree during the war.

"Want me to teach you?"

"Well, then I must learn quickly."

There was light in Melinda's eyes.

"It's fine if you can't learn it. You are the eldest lady of the Brady family. If you want to eat dumplings, the top chef will make them for you, so you don't need to waste time and effort learning how to make noodles." The man flatly refused.

Melinda opened her mouth:

"But I want to make dumplings for you. Don't you like eating dumplings?"

"I never said that I like dumplings."

Melinda looked at him speechlessly:
"what?"

"Madam May likes to eat dumplings, I'm just helping them."

Melinda wanted to just let it go, but thinking about Li Moran's words, she continued to endure:

"I want to help you too."

"But you don't know anything, you will only help more and more." There was some disgust in the man's words, and Melinda said angrily:

"I... I don't need you to teach me. I can knead dough. Don't underestimate me."

After Melinda finished speaking, she put her hand into the washbasin, and began to learn how Yan said during the war to make noodles.

"Well, I'll wait and see."

After the man finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and focused on the dough in front of him.

There are ready-made teachers on site to teach, and anyone with hands and eyes can learn it. Gu Qingyi already has the foundation of cooking, but she has never practiced it before. After all, the servants and housekeepers at home will not let her touch the dusty flour , but now, she got started very quickly, and after a while, she kneaded the dough.

Melinda was not so fast. The young lady who didn't touch her fingers kneaded her face as if she was fighting, and she was very impatient.

Gu Qingyi raised her eyes to look at Zhan Shiyan who was facing him again, and saw that he was carefully kneading the risen dough, then began to roll out long strips, and then cut into small pieces of dough, the rolling pin was incomparably under his palm He obeyed, and soon, thin and round dumpling skins were rolled out.

While watching it engrossed, Melinda beside her suddenly put down the basin and ran over:
"Shi Yan, is there flour on my face? Can you wipe it off for me?"

Gu Qingyi saw that there were indeed two white traces of flour on Melinda's charming face, which might have been accidentally made during kneading.

However, seeing Melinda raising her face to ask Zhan Shiyan for help, Gu Qingyi involuntarily squeezed the dough that was proofing in her hand.

During the war, Yan glanced lightly at Melinda's face, and uttered two words from his cold lips:
"No."

Melinda's eyes widened, how could it not have happened, just now she purposely scratched her face twice with her fingers while he was rolling out the dough, and he opened his eyes to talk nonsense.

Melinda, who had been holding back her anger, became angry:

"I obviously have marks on my face, I did it myself, don't I know?"

Hearing her anger during the war, Yan stopped what he was doing, and turned to the woman who was burning with anger. His voice was calm and distant:
"Since you did it on purpose, you can solve it yourself. I won't play such a boring trick with you."