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Shen Yishu thought of asking Song Cheng to stir-fry the beef and shrimp, and two dishes would be enough for the meal, but she didn't expect him to say that he wanted to make wontons for her.

"Making wontons is too complicated, chopping the stuffing, kneading the dough and rolling the wonton wrappers. Can you do it by yourself?"

Shen Yishu's family needs a lot of servants to cook a meal, especially for something as complicated as making wontons, which she feels one person definitely cannot do.

"That's not that difficult. There are only two of us, and we can't eat too much. You can go out and play. I can do it by myself."

This wasn’t the first time Song Cheng had cooked, and making wontons was nothing for him.

"It's almost eight o'clock. Can we still eat today?" Shen Yishu said with a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry, you will be able to eat in an hour at most. There are fruits outside. If you are hungry, eat some first."

"Okay." Shen Yishu said and walked towards the living room.

When she walked to the kitchen door, she looked back at Song Cheng who was busy, and still felt a little uneasy, so she went back to the kitchen.

"Why are you back again?" Song Cheng asked in surprise when he saw her come back.

"I have nothing to do anyway, how about I help you?" Shen Yishu thought that more people and more strength would always be faster than one person, so she planned to stay in the kitchen to help Song Cheng.

"Okay, then go get me some water." Song Cheng was preparing to knead the dough.

Shen Yishu took a bowl of water and handed it to Song Cheng, saying, "Where should I put this?"

Song Cheng just poured the flour into the basin, and he pointed at the basin and said, "Please help me add some water to it, just a little bit."

Shen Yishu added a little water into the basin as he requested.

"Yes, yes, that's right. You did the right thing." Song Cheng praised her while stirring the flour in the bowl.

Hearing him praising her, Shen Yishu felt a little embarrassed. Such a simple thing, probably a three-year-old child can do it. If she is such a grown-up and can't even do this, then she is really useless.

"Add a little more. This is how you knead dough. When adding water, add it in small amounts and multiple times to avoid adding too much at once, which will make the dough too soft." Seeing that she was watching carefully, Song Cheng couldn't help but explain it to her.

"Seeing you do it, it doesn't seem that difficult!" Shen Yishu said as he added a little more water into the basin.

"Cooking is actually very simple, not as difficult as you think. Do you want to try it?"

"Can I try it?" Shen Yishu felt like trying it because she saw that he was having fun kneading the dough.

"Of course you can. Just remember one thing. If the dough is too soft, continue to add flour. If the dough is too hard, just add water." Song Cheng taught her.

"Wait a moment, I'm going to wash my hands." Shen Yishu said as he ran to the faucet to wash his hands.

When she came back from washing her hands, Song Cheng pushed the basin in front of her and said, "You try it."

Shen Yishu followed what Song Cheng had done just now, added some water into the basin, and then stirred it with his hands.

Seeing that she was doing it well, Song Cheng smiled and praised her: "Yes, that's it, you learn very quickly!"

"That's because you are a good teacher." Shen Yishu said with increased confidence.

Song Cheng taught her for a while, and seeing that she was doing it well, he said to Shen Yishu: "Then I'll leave this to you. I'll go prepare the meat filling first. If you have any questions, ask me."

"Go ahead, I know what to do." Shen Yishu said confidently.

Song Cheng was right next to her, watching her every move at all times, so he didn't worry at all that Shen Yishu would make a mistake. It was just that she was too soft or too hard, and he could make up for it.

Song Cheng was chopping stuffing when he heard Shen Yishu suddenly say, "What's wrong with this noodle? Why is it biting my hand?"

Song Cheng was immediately amused by her words. In his twenty-plus years of life, this was the first time he heard someone say that noodles would bite one's hand.

Song Cheng put down the kitchen knife in his hand, walked to Shen Yishu's side, and said with a smile: "Let me see how this noodle bites your hand?"

"Look, my hands are stuck with them. If this isn't biting my hands, what could it be?" Shen Yishu raised his head, stretched out his hand in front of him and said.

Song Cheng glanced at Shen Yishu's face and couldn't hold back any longer, so he burst into laughter.

Shen Yishu's face was covered with flour, even the tip of her nose was covered with flour. She looked like a little cat, so cute.

Song Cheng couldn't help but take out his cell phone from his pocket and took a picture of this rare scene.

"What are you doing? My hands are all sticky, and you still want to take pictures?" Shen Yishu said angrily.

Her hands were sticky and covered with flour, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Song Cheng put his phone back in his pocket, washed his hands and said, "Don't worry, it's just too much water. Just add some more noodles."

Song Cheng added some flour to her hands and rubbed them gently, getting all the flour off her hands.

"See? It's very simple, right?" Song Cheng said as he added a little noodles into the bowl.

"Try it again and see if it still sticks to your hands."

Shen Yishu kneaded it in the basin for a few times, and the sticky dough was no longer so sticky.

"I was so focused on adding water that I forgot to add flour." Shen Yishu said embarrassedly.

"It's okay. After all, this is your first time doing something like this. It's pretty good."

Seeing that she was working a little slowly, Song Cheng walked behind her and started kneading the dough with her.

"See? Knead the dough into a smooth dough, put it in a bowl, cover it with a lid, and let it slowly rise."

"Is it okay now?" Shen Yishu said in disbelief.

"Yes, now you can prepare the wonton filling. Once the wonton filling is ready and the dough has risen, you can then roll out the dough."

Because chopping stuffing requires strength, Song Cheng was afraid that Shen Yishu would get tired, so he didn't let him do it.

Once Songcheng prepares the wonton filling, the flavor comes out instantly.

Shen Yishu sniffed it and said, "Wow, the fragrance comes out so quickly, it must be delicious when it's wrapped."

"Of course. You have contributed to this too. Today's wontons have to taste bad." Song Cheng said with a smile.

"Actually, I didn't do anything."

Shen Yishu knew that she actually didn't know anything. If she hadn't caused trouble here, Songcheng would have been packed up long ago.

"Who said you didn't do anything? You made the noodles, and you added the seasoning. You've done enough. I'll ask you to teach me how to make wontons later."

Song Cheng didn't dislike her at all. What mattered was participation, and it didn't matter whether she did a good job or not.

"Making wontons is too difficult. I'm afraid I can't learn it." Shen Yishu suddenly lost confidence.

Kneading the dough is just a matter of stirring it in a basin, which does not require any technical skills. But making wontons is different, and Shen Yishu feels that he will definitely not be able to learn it.