Just one word made Feng Gu Qiao's heart full of joy, she hugged Wu Yanjue's arm and shook it, raised her head and blushed and whispered: "Wu Yanjue, I like you so much, I like it more and more." ”

Her soft little hands pulled him, and confessed to him coquettishly, the touch between her fingers just now was especially there, and the subtle feelings in Wu Yanjue's heart surged again, he smiled helplessly, and reached out to gently rub her hair.

Feng Gu Qiao couldn't help but be overjoyed every time he saw Wu Yanjue laughing, until the exclamation next to him came to his ears, Feng Gu Qiao hurriedly came back to his senses, and when he saw the girls around him, he hurriedly reached out and held Wu Yanjue's face with slight annoyance, and the thumbs on both sides gently covered the corners of his mouth, blocking the slightly rising arc of the corners of his mouth.

She winked at him, "Although I like to see you laugh, but if you laugh, you're going to take their souls away, don't laugh, okay?" Don't show them it. ”

He rarely smiled, and after confirming the relationship, he smiled a little more than usual, but it was the first time he had seen her laugh like this outside, God knows how much she treasured his smile, and he wished he had been exclusive, and he didn't want others to see him laugh at all.

Wu Yanjue lowered his eyes and responded to her childish words good-naturedly: "Okay, I'll only give you one person to laugh at." ”

As soon as he said this, Feng Gu slowly let go of him, his face flushed, and he snorted, "It seems that the possessiveness is a little strong." ”

"Well, it smells of vinegar." It's rare, Wu Yanjue teased her.

Feng Gu Qiao was embarrassed to be said, wrapped his arms around Wu Yanjue's waist, plunged into his arms, and chirped: "You weren't like this before." ”

Feng Gu Qiao and Wu Yanjue's passionate love, the Wu family tacitly understands that Feng Gu Qiao is more motivated than before, and Feng Gu Qiao, who is unwilling to take a few dishes, almost soaks in the kitchen after work and study, smelling all kinds of strange smells wafting out of the kitchen every day, Wu Fuyuan is no longer surprised.

Feng Guqiao had flour on her face, looked at Wu Fuyuan at the kitchen door with her schoolbag at the door of the kitchen, and asked helplessly: "Do you think I'm really not suitable for learning cooking?" ”

Wu Fuyuan nodded, glanced at her with a complicated look, and then went upstairs.

Feng Gu Qiao frustrated the shovel to the stove, took off his apron in a muffled voice, and said to the helpless cook behind him: "You clean up and prepare for dinner, I won't come to harm you in the future." ”

I knew that I would have learned earlier, but now the weekend schedule is tight, and the rest time is not very regular, otherwise maybe she can go to a food class or something to try, and there will always be one or two more dishes that can be eaten down.

It is said that to tie a man's heart, you must first tie a man's stomach, Feng Gu Qiao doesn't want to leave any of them, but the craftsmanship is really bad, which makes her very frustrated.

"Miss, don't be discouraged."

The cook behind her said this sentence dryly, and she really didn't know how to comfort this chef who was born like Feng Gu Qiao who was missing a piece.

Feng Gu Qiao did not give up and squeezed out time to sign up for a baking class, her time was not stable, so she had to hire a private master, the master is very experienced, under the guidance of the master, Feng Gu Qiao, who had been busy for nearly a month, finally became famous and made a few qualified dim sum, but it was only limited to a few, the same as the dishes she took out, as if these were the upper limit, no matter how much she learned, nothing else could be learned.

However, Feng Guqiao is not greedy in this kind of thing, baking is not a staple food after all, she is already satisfied with two or three things, if she can, she really hopes that these baked snacks can become her best dishes.