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Back at the ancestral house, the family members were waiting for them.

"Miss, Mr. Qin." Today is a special festival for the locals of Yunxi City, Uncle Liu said with a smile.

Seeing Cheng Jialan being carried in by the man, Uncle Liu understood, and moved aside, he was used to seeing the two people going upstairs.

In the bedroom, the warmth is overwhelming, Bei Mingluo took off the coat hanging on the woman's shoulder very naturally, his eyes were dark, but Cheng Jialan didn't notice it.

As usual, he was bold, and he didn't care about Bei Mingyu's behavior for his own welfare at any time.

suddenly.

"Boss Cheng will teach you how to make pastries tonight, remember to learn it hard." Cheng Jialan was held in his arms, with a lazy look like a lazy cat.

Why are you so arrogant?

"Okay." Bei Minglu laughed.

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downstairs.

"Housekeeper, the ingredients are all ready. Missy, do you want to cook?" the servant asked tentatively. The custom here is to make cakes for the whole family today, as a good omen.

Meaning: I will never be separated.

Even if the mirror is unfortunately shattered, I hope that in the future, they will meet and reunite again.

a while.

"Yes." Uncle Liu responded lightly.

At this time last year, the master personally made pastries for the young miss, but the master didn't send them out, and the young miss didn't even know about it.

It takes a long time to prepare the pastry. Uncle Liu kindly instructed the small kitchen to prepare the ingredients first. The pastry needs tea powder. The cool and refreshing tea fragrance shuttles in the air, diluting the slightly melancholy atmosphere.

The warm light in the bathroom is alluring. Cheng Jialan knows her man very well and knows what he loves most.

The fully transparent glass walls only cause mist to rise in key areas. The advantage of this kind of glass walls is that—

The user can adjust the position to be exposed by himself, and the remote control device is placed by Cheng Jialan's hand, which has been completely ignored.

Outside, Bei Minglu was biting a cigarette and watching with relish.

Okay, knowing what he wants to see, I can't wait to stimulate him with a dead hand, but he really likes it, and he likes it so much that his heart aches and aches.

Suddenly.

The upper middle of the entire wall instantly became clear.

The woman's beautiful face is filled with wet mist, and the water drops are slowly falling, and the direction of the downward swing is very imaginative. Bei Mingyu's sight is full of almost morbid greed, not moving half an inch, just want to take a bite A woman's face.

Think like crazy.

However, the benefits are limited, and the dividing line at the clear place only stays above the woman's collarbone, revealing only one face.

Before I knew it, a cigarette was burned out.

The fire engulfed the scorching heat and burned his fingertips, but Bei Minglu didn't feel anything, until the whole glass wall was completely covered with mist, and he finally regained his senses.

"Zi-" casually threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and the cold water immediately wrapped the unextinguished fireworks, and the sound was sharp and piercing, accompanied by the smell of gunpowder smoke.

His teeth were itchy, and so was his heart. Bei Minglu put his hand in his trouser pocket, only to realize that it was the third cigarette.

Without the influence of nicotine, it seems that there is no other way to vent the pent-up passion.

Before meeting Cheng Jialan, Bei Mingyu actually didn't like the taste of nicotine that much, but simply liked the stimulation brought by strong smoke and alcohol.

Sensational, strong enough, and very much to his liking.

The smoke enters the mouth, the wine enters the throat, and the moment the brain nerves are hit is too refreshing. The extreme pleasure that is exclusive to the brain is the love of most men, and Beiming is no exception.

However, after meeting her, Bei Mingyu gradually felt that smoking could alleviate the torture that the other party brought him to a certain extent, as for what kind of torture...

You can see it at a glance.

Using the pungentness and stimulation of tobacco to replace the suffocation that cannot be completely indulged, the effect is notable.

However, the consequence of doing this is that he quickly became a prisoner of nicotine and alcohol from the master of strong tobacco and alcohol.

And the root lies in Cheng Jialan.

Therefore, this woman can always easily break his calmness and sobriety one by one, and then, a slight push is enough to push him into the abyss.

To be a prisoner of tobacco and alcohol is also to be a prisoner in the hands of Cheng Jialan.

The glass wall has two layers, and the mist in the center is completely intelligently designed. With the remote control in hand, Cheng Jialan can do whatever he wants.

The wet hair clings to the swan's neck, and a nightgown is casually covered, and the violet color makes the snow-white skin even fairer.

"Did you wash it?" On the sofa, Bei Mingyu rested his elbows on his knees, fixedly looking at the woman who walked softly and dripped water from her feet.

"What are you blocking?"

"Where have you never seen Mr. Cheng? Go take a shower, and go downstairs after washing." Cheng Jialan's voice was slightly raised, and his eyes were bright and dazzling.

Hearing this, Bei Minglu smiled lightly, swept over there lightly, then got up and went into the bathroom.

"Miss, the ingredients are all ready, and I'll be waiting for you." Liu Shuyan smiled at Yanyan, with light in his eyes, and Cheng Jialan nodded slightly.

After 10 minutes, Mr. Cheng was obviously very satisfied as he watched his little boy step down the stairs.

Due to the experience and lessons brought about by the flower repairing incident a long time ago, Mr. Cheng decided to carry out hand-in-hand teaching. She didn't believe that the students she taught could be really handicapped?

"Come on, let's go to class." Cheng Jialan said easily.

At this moment, Bei Minglu's footsteps suddenly became heavy. Perhaps after Xiuhua was removed, cooking should also be included in his list of things that he could no longer do.

"What are you doing standing still?"

"Not coming yet?" Cheng Jialan ordered lightly.

"Here we come." Bei Mingyu replied.

"The ratio of water to flour is two to one. When pouring water, take your time and pour while stirring, otherwise the dough will not knead well."

"Follow me." Cheng Jialan said softly, it's fine to repair flowers, but since making this pastry is a good omen, you must do it yourself, they are together, and she will teach him.

"Is that so?" Bei Mingluo looked at her and asked, the earnestness in his eyes was daunting.

"Hmm." Cheng Jialan's lips curved slightly.

Ever since the relationship between the eldest lady and the master had a rift, the ancestral house has never been so lively. The master treats them very well, but so does the eldest lady.

The Cheng family hopes that the master is still here, but wishes are wishes after all, and now they can only hope that the young lady will be happier.

The eldest lady is not those unsophisticated daughters of aristocratic families who are arrogant and often beat, scold and despise the servants. On the contrary, the eldest lady has given them too much respect over the years.

Except for the master-servant relationship, everyone can feel that they are essentially the same people as the eldest lady.

There is a bottom line, but also arrogance, and the eldest lady chose to protect the arrogance that is so weak that it can be easily ignored.

"Ah Li, do you think the dough is your enemy?" Cheng Jialan suddenly asked with a smile.

After saying that, everyone at the table laughed inwardly. The dough had been kneaded badly, and Mr. Qin's hands were too strong.

"do not move."

Hearing the sound, Beiming's fingers that were about to move just stopped, the flour on the fingertips was sticky, it was not easy to handle, Cheng Jialan laughed, and cleaned him up meticulously, she was extremely serious.

"Okay, rub it lightly."

"En." Bei Minglu replied, at the moment Cheng Jialan looked back, he pecked at the root of her ear, and acted boldly in front of everyone, and didn't care about Cheng Jialan.

Kissed the man back and motioned him to hurry up.

After the dough is kneaded, it must be steamed. During the period, the filling can be adjusted, and then wrapped with the prepared filling. Soon, the steamed dough is served.

"I will do this." Bei Mingyu forcibly turned his respect to the woman's deliberate gaze.

The most difficult part of kneading the dough is over, and now it's just wrapping it up. He admits that his hands are not flexible, but it's too good to be such a waste.

A male voice came into his ears, and Cheng Jialan nodded to himself, barely believing it.

Bei Mingyu: "..."

"Here." After three times, five and two, one was packed, which was not bad, Cheng Jialan's eyes were smiling, and he really didn't want to expose the man's flamboyant thinking.

"How?" Beiming asked.

"It's okay." Cheng Jialan pretended to be sorry, it wasn't pretty, but fortunately, Bei Mingluo squinted a pair of deep sockets, obviously dissatisfied with the stuffing inside.

"It's a bit worse than Mr. Cheng, but this level is pretty good."

At the end of the sentence, Grandpa Xi closed his hands happily, and carefully placed the pastry in his palm on the chopping board, because—

It was the best looking one he had wrapped.

Nature must be protected.

Although it is not enough for the whole city to celebrate, everyone who pays attention to the sense of ceremony is making pastries. At this moment, Dong Heming is teaching his prodigal cousin.

"Brother! There's a call."

"Fuck, keep your voice down!" The voice was so loud that Dong Heming almost burst the pastry in his hands in shock.

"You picked it up for me." Dong Heming shouted.

"Uh, bro, it's a piece of information, the point is that I can't understand it!" Dong Yimeng complained, what kind of bird language is this.

It was chattering when she saw it, and it made her eyes noisy.

After clapping his hands and answering the phone, Dong Heming immediately widened his eyes, what the hell?

Garbled characters?

Isn't this special gibberish in the field of cryptography?

What the hell?

Did someone have an accident?