Bo Jingsi also took him in for a long time and let He Yu have a meal in his apartment, and then He Yu pestered him even more.

All day long, yelling that his cooking is delicious, and I want to eat again, no, several meals.

Last time I was at the Tangshan Hot Spring Club, Su Fei and the others would let him make fish, and Bo Jingsi knew with his toes that it was He Yu, who was a fool.

It is often said that serious men are the most attractive.

Su Fei propped her chin and looked at Bo Jingsi's serious appearance, and suddenly felt that Bo Jingsi was actually quite pleasing to the eye.

Although the temper dog is a little bit of a dog.

But if you really count it, Bo Jingji is still quite good.

"See what I'm doing?"

Bo Jingsi kneaded the dough, looked at the remaining flour on the table, quietly grabbed a handful, and then walked to Su Fei's side.

Su Fei shook her head, "I'm a little hungry." ”

Her gaze couldn't help but fall on the chicken in the garbage can.

The trash can is still newly bought and clean.

And there is a paper box on the outside of the fried chicken, and there is a large paper bag on the outside of the paper box.

So, the fried chicken is also clean.

Su Fei was suddenly a little greedy, and she swallowed her saliva.

"Don't look at it, you can't eat it if you look at it." Bo Jingji's tone was cool.

Su Fei turned her head and glared at him.

At this moment, Bo Keiji raised his hand, revealing the flour in his hand.

Concubine Su had already sensed that something was wrong, but before she could escape, Bo Jingsi blew her face.

Flour –

suddenly confused Su Fei's face for a while.

Su Fei: "!! I've sharked you! ”

The little girl wiped her face, then picked up a handful of flour without saying a word, and threw it on Bo Jingsi's head without hesitation.

Although the little girl was shorter than Bo Jingji, because she was thrown up, the flour fell sprinklingly, and soon Bo Jingji's hair turned white.

…

It didn't take long for Bo Jingji to roll out the dumpling wrappers quickly.

The dumpling skin was thin, and Bo Jingji put him in the palm of his hand and motioned to Su Fei to be optimistic, "This way, and then like this...... Do you understand? ”

The little girl nodded very honestly: "I understand it, but it may be a little problematic in practice." ”

"It's okay, once raw and twice ripe."

Bo Jingji doesn't think that a scholar who can get a full score in the competition can't learn to make dumplings.

His tone was lazy, and he demonstrated it to Concubine Su again, and then began to wrap the dumplings.

If the child is hungry, he must at least pack a few out of the pot early and get out of the pot first.

Su Fei took the dumpling skin, scooped the dumpling filling into it with some curiosity, and then closed it with Bo Jingsi's movements, wrapping the lace little by little.

She looked at the round dumplings in her palm, and suddenly her eyes bent with a sense of accomplishment.

However, when Su Fei put the wrapped dumplings on the plate, suddenly, the dumpling skin fell apart.

Su Fei: "......" She looked at Bo Jingji.

Boy.

She gave Bo Jingji a thumbs up in her heart.

In the time when she had wrapped one dumpling that had fallen apart, Bo Jingji had already wrapped seven or eight dumplings.

Moreover, it was as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The dumplings he wrapped looked exactly the same, and the shape was almost identical, and they were very neat when they were placed on the plate.

Su Fei looked at Bo Jingsi's dumplings, and then looked at her own dumplings.

Suddenly, he covered his forehead.

It's strange, why did she agree to make dumplings with Bo Jingsi.