Nangong Yi watched Su Ye come out, a little embarrassed, "Xiao Yezi, are you still angry with me?" ”

"Hmph, what do you think?"

"I know you're mad at me, so I'm learning to make buns for you."

"Poof, how are you doing? Learn to make flour on your face? Su Ye couldn't help laughing, the man in front of him was covered with flour on his clothes, hair and face, and the whole person looked a little funny.

Nangong Yi looked at Su Ye and smiled, so he was not so nervous, and said with some grievances: "It's all because of this flour, it's too hard for a while, it's too soft for a while, I don't know how to make it." ”

"Stupid, it seems that you princes, strong cultivators, also have things that you won't do." Su Ye said with a smile, and rolled up his sleeves neatly, I have to say that the clothes worn by these ancients are generally wide-sleeved robes, and the sleeves are really difficult to get up.

After Su Ye got his sleeves up, he came to help Nangong Yi knead the dough, this dough is almost as hard as a stone, "You this, there are too many alkaline noodles, and they are as hard as stones." Su Ye threw away the destroyed dough, scooped two spoonfuls of flour and water again, and successfully kneaded the dough.

Nangong Yi has also been successfully demoted from "chef" to "starter".

"Now set this dough aside and let it rise, by the way, did you get the filling?"

Nangong Yi shook his head honestly, if Su Ye hadn't talked about it, Nangong Yi might have forgotten that there was still the stuffing. Su Ye had no choice but to ask Nangong Yi to run errands and go to a nearby raw meat shop to buy a few catties of pork and come back, and buy a few green onions by the way, anyway, Nangong Yi is not only good at light work, but also cultivates so high, it is a pity not to let him run errands.

Nangong Yi quickly bought the ingredients back, watched Su Ye process the meat on the side, chop the meat filling, cut the green onion and mix it with the meat filling, and added a lot of seasonings that Nangong Yi didn't know, "Come and smell the fragrance of this filling?" ”

Nangong Yi leaned his head and smelled it, it was really like the taste of the buns he ate in the folk when he was a child, almost exactly the same, and at the same time, what made Nangong Yi feel a little happy was the current state of the two of them, like a newlywed couple...

After adjusting the filling, just as the dough had risen, Su Ye neatly wrapped the buns one by one, put them in a bamboo drawer, gave the innkeeper some silver, and successfully borrowed their small kitchen to start steaming the buns.

The steamed buns from the bamboo drawer carried a smell of bamboo, Su Ye couldn't wait to take one first, but it turned out to be a little hot, she endured the heat and divided the bun into two halves and gave half to Nangong Yi.

"Except for a bit hot, basically perfect. Do you think it's delicious? Su Ye turned his head and asked Nangong Yi.

"It's delicious, your steamed food is delicious." Nangong Yi said softly.

The sudden sentence made Su Ye couldn't help but blush, and his eyes deliberately saw that he was avoiding Nangong Yi's gaze.

The two also seemed to have fun from steaming steamed buns, and for several days in a row, Su Ye and Nangong Yi prepared them in the room and cooked them on the stove of the inn downstairs.

Every day, Su Ye almost cooks in different ways, and Nangong Yi now only feels that he has married a beautiful, gentle and virtuous daughter-in-law, and his life is very comfortable.

At first, Nangong Yi also doubted how Su Ye could cook, but then he thought that Su Ye had been bullied in the General's Mansion since he was a child, and maybe he couldn't even eat enough to learn how to cook by himself.

He estimated that he would never have imagined that the father of the modern Su Ye was a Michelin chef.