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There was too much flour in his hands, and it was difficult to hold the phone. Dong Heming wiped his hands. Unexpectedly, another garbled code was sent from the other side.

The translation of the following garbled code was easy, and Dong Heming was instantly furious.

What the hell!

{Excuse me, are you running a race with a turtle? } Signature: Unknown.

Does this dislike him for being too slow?

He was about to track down the other party's signal terminal, but in the end, Dong Heming was stunned by several new garbled characters one after another, as if his eyes had been opened.

{Come to meet at No. 58 Yuning Road. }

{Don't worry, it's only good for you but not good for you, I know your bottom line, Team Dong. }

{If you are a man, you don’t need mother-in-law or mother-in-law, isn’t it just a meeting? }

Dong Heming: "..."

At this moment, Dong Heming is extremely suspicious that this is a prank by some hero, damn it.

After simply weighing the pros and cons in his heart, Dong Heming found a time to take his gun and leave. It was still early, and today was a holiday. Yuning Road was sparsely populated and the traffic flow dropped sharply.

"Sa Sa-" The stagnant water left on the ground a few days ago released bursts of cold air, and the cold wind whizzed past, sweeping away the coldness in an instant. Dong Heming cleverly wrapped a towel around him and wore sunglasses, and recognized him by his almost fully armed appearance. It is quite difficult.

The sound of the wind knocking against the window made a crackling sound very regularly, the ancestral house was very lively, Cheng Jialan was unassuming, Bei Mingbi was taciturn, the atmosphere was harmonious.

No one else knew about it, but everyone in the ancestral house knew that in the whole city, only the Cheng family had the fewest rules. Many colleagues had marveled at the various rules of the big family after applying for servant positions in other families.

Only more, never less.

Over time, the fact that the Cheng family's servants had high salaries, high treatment, and low rules spread throughout Yunxi City, and many colleagues came here admiringly, but it was a pity that the ancestral house no longer hired others.

"Miss, you and Mr. Qin can use this plate first."

"Yes, you should also try Mr. Qin's craftsmanship." The courageous servant took the initiative to joke, Cheng Jialan's eyes were slightly curved, and she did not miss the momentary hand stiffness of the man beside her.

He is nervous?

Although Cheng Jialan did the most crucial part of mixing the fillings, but everyone participated in the kneading and bagging process, so there was still some competitive spirit in it.

In the last process, lightly spread the prepared tea powder on the wrapped pastry to prevent the pastries from sticking to each other. The shape of the six-petal flower is beautiful and delicate, that is...

I don't know how it tastes.

The tea powder between her fingers was a little broken, and the moment she lowered her head, her bundled hair slipped mischievously. Cheng Jialan subconsciously picked it up with her fingers, but she encountered a hotter temperature.

At some point, the man came behind her, his hot chest was slightly pressed against her back, and the temperature was scorching.

Taking off the hairpin tied tightly on the back of the woman's head has never been used, but it does not hinder Beiming's ability to draw gourds and scoops.

"High or low?" Beiming asked in a deep voice.

"Be taller." Cheng Jialan smiled quite broadly, and he didn't see his dexterity in other aspects, but this man is very handy in grooming his hair.

The desk is a bit big, and the servants' eyes are shining. Even though the dog food doesn't smell good, it's enough to fill your stomach. Moreover, the dog food was sprinkled by the young lady and Mr. Qin. It's hard to buy, okay?

"Uncle Liu, go get another plate." Suddenly, Cheng Jialan said.

A few minutes later, all the cakes were placed on the plate, Cheng Jialan directly put the plate wrapped by the man in front of her eyes, seeing this, Bei Minglu cleared her throat a little uncomfortable.

Of course, there is no need to mention the taste of the stuffing, it is Lan Lan's handicraft, but the texture of the skin depends on his own kneading level.

The old man who once held a gun and shot punches and kicked his legs can stand out from the crowd, he is scared, and he is very scared.

Because he never did it.

According to Cheng Jialan's intention, Uncle Liu brought an empty plate, and then, everyone watched Cheng Jialan slowly put and arrange the plate.

"Miss, that's enough." Some people wondered, is there anyone else who wants to come?

Hearing this, Uncle Liu gave the other party a look, and the man was speechless for a moment, and stopped talking.

Suddenly, Cheng Jialan raised her eyes, and handed the plate of cakes to Uncle Liu, making and eating cakes today, just for the word reunion, but...

One person is missing.

Looking at the dim sum plate handed in front of him, Uncle Liu smiled gratefully, the young lady really remembered the master.

He is not a fool, from the young lady's attitude and all kinds of signs, it shows that the master may still be there.

"Let's eat, there are not so many rules." Cheng Jialan took the man's hand and sat down. Everyone sat together in a warm atmosphere.

For a moment, there was only the sound of chewing food on the dining table. Compared with Uncle Liu's excitement and the servant's joy, our Master Ge is now full of anxiety.

"Eat this." He put the dim sum plate in front of Cheng Jialan's eyes without any hesitation, which obviously meant to replace the pastries that Cheng Jialan was about to eat.

"Why are you hesitating? Can I try it?" Cheng Jialan raised his eyebrows and said.

"Or, with the guidance of the benefactor, you want to give the finished product to others to enjoy?"

Bei Mingyu: "...He is not, he really doesn't have one."

"Eat slowly, I'm just telling you." Cheng Jialan felt amused with the rare grievance in the man's voice.

"En." Satisfied, Cheng Jialan picked up the pastry and took a bite.

There was a moment of silence on the table, and everyone looked at Cheng Jialan with bated breath, even Uncle Liu, who had always been safe, seemed to be looking forward to Cheng Jialan's teaching results.

A cup of tea fell into his throat, and Bei Mingyu finally quelled the restlessness in his heart. Cheng Jialan nodded to himself, and then pinched another piece of pastry.

It seems that the taste is good?

However, the skin of the whole plate of pastries looks very dry, so... so delicious?

Against all eyes, Cheng Jialan elegantly used the whole plate of pastries, no, there was none, and left a piece as evidence for her man to taste.

"Here, open your mouth."

The woman's tender fingers touched Beiming's thin lips, and the man's Adam's apple was rolling rapidly, with a different kind of charm, masculine, tough, but also infinitely tired and sticky.

"Why, do you not believe in your own craftsmanship, or my teaching level?" Cheng Jialan was amused in his heart. How could this man be so vigilant when eating his own food?

What are you nervous about?

He tentatively touched the piece of pastry, um, it didn’t seem very soft, Bei Minglin narrowed his eyes, revealing an inexplicable...

frightened.

Cheng Jialan hoped that she was wrong.

"Eat." Cheng Jialan urged.

When the words fell, Bei Mingyu opened his mouth and bit down a piece, it was a bit hard, but the filling tasted very good.

After a long while, a certain man suddenly came back to his senses. Yes, the stuffing process didn't seem to have anything to do with him. Seeing the man's unchanged expression, Cheng Jialan raised his eyes, and then ate the man's leftovers in front of everyone. half of the pastry.

After eating, the servant quickly left the scene, and the only sound left in the huge restaurant was the sound of men and women grinding each other.

"Is it delicious, Mr. Cheng?"

The tea fragrance in the air lingers for a long time, refreshing and rejuvenating.

Hearing the sound, Cheng Jialan pretended to be puzzled, and replied leisurely:

"What do you mean delicious?"

When it comes to wildness and presumptuousness in speech, Cheng Jialan has never been afraid. She is not a good player at playing reserved. On the contrary, the reason why she can be with Qin Zeli is largely because of...

They are a kind of people.

The personalities are in harmony, the style of doing things is also in harmony, and the sense of tacit understanding is unique, so when Shen Ye is entangled, it is even more in harmony.

A woman's inadvertent obsequiousness is the most charming, not to mention, Bei Mingfei, who has no self-control in front of Cheng Jialan, has never been able to stand this woman's deliberate attraction.

"What does Cheng think tastes good?"

"Tell me about it, maybe it will make you like it more." The male voice was deep and hoarse, touching the mind.