If this continues, it is estimated that the basket of dumpling wrappers will not be enough, and then look at the dumplings wrapped on the side, either there is too much stuffing and they are everywhere, or they are too little and are disliked and thrown aside.

lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

To be honest, Lan Shan really didn't fit into the kitchen......

"Miss Lan, why don't I help you?"

This chef is Chinese, although he is abroad all year round, he is very good at Chinese.

"No, no, I'll just do it myself. Lan Shan refused without thinking about it.

Originally, I wanted to make it for Gong Shaoyu to eat in person, but it would be boring if others helped.

The head chef stepped aside and didn't leave to prevent anything from happening.

When Gong Shaoyu came in, there were many servants standing at the door of the kitchen, and when he walked into the kitchen, he saw Lan Shan, who was busy at a glance.

Slowed down, walked behind her, and with the advantage of height, he easily saw the scene on the glass platform in front of her.

I saw that on the glazed platform, there was flour everywhere, and Lan Shan's hands and clothes were stained with some of them, and she was digging up the dumpling filling with a spoon.

Looking at the dumplings wrapped on the side, one didn't hold back and chuckled.

Lan Shan heard the voice, turned around, and saw Gong Shaoyu standing there, startled. Reaching out to pat the position of his chest, he saw the flour on his hand and did not move again.

I looked at him along the line of sight, glanced at my masterpiece, blushed with a "Teng", and hurriedly put down the half-wrapped dumplings in my hand, and was about to push him out.

"Brother Gong, you go and get busy with you first, I'll call you when the dumplings are cooked." ”

Gong Shaoyu didn't move.

"How can you get flour everywhere. He raised his hand and touched her face.

Lan Shan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the soles of her feet seemed to have roots, and she couldn't move.

His heart beat faster, his cheeks turned unnaturally red, and he saw his big palm, getting closer and closer to himself, getting closer and closer.

"Making dumplings is like fighting, and it seems that you are really not suitable for the kitchen. Fingertips gently wiped the flour off her face and quipped.

Lan Shan blinked, came back to her senses, and smiled a little awkwardly, "It's still ...... It's okay. ”

He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him again, God knows how nervous he was at the moment when his fingers touched her face just now.

"What is this?"

Gong Shaoyu was in a good mood today and didn't leave the kitchen.

Standing next to him, he rolled up his sleeves, walked to the faucet, washed his hands, and dried them before picking up a strange-shaped object on the cutting board and asked.

Lan Shan turned her head, her face was embarrassed, and she bit her lip a little embarrassedly, "Dumplings." ”

Dumplings?

Although he is usually used to eating Western food, he still remembers what the dumplings look like, as if it was the first time he had seen round dumplings.

Are you sure it's not a bun?

Being looked at by him like this, the blush on Lan Shan's face became even more obvious, and he reached out and snatched the "dumplings" in his hand, and said with a red face, "Ouch, don't look at the dumplings I wrapped, get out quickly." ”

Gong Shaoyu stood still and didn't move.

Reached out and took a dumpling wrapper and tossed it in his hand.

"How?"

He usually doesn't go into the kitchen, and he basically doesn't know anything about this.

"I ...... Forgot. ”

Lan Shan replied honestly, she had indeed forgotten how Xinluo connected with her, otherwise, there wouldn't be so many strange shapes.