IPVS Chapter 47.12

[To be honest, Du Qianyi’s behavior is really not kind.]

[They are all from the same production team, so what’s wrong with helping out?]

[Mo Sui didn’t ask Little Biscuit’s mother to make the steamed buns. She just taught her how to make them. Why doesn’t she want to tell her?]

[I have seen the behind-the-scenes footage of “Twin Cities”. Du Qianyi’s expression was not like this. At that time, she took her daughter to greet Mo Sui, smiling like a flower and fawning at her!]

[Although I am a little disappointed with Mo Sui, I suddenly want her to turn the tables and give these people who flatter the powerful and look down on the weak a good slap in the face!]

Du Qianyi took Little Biscuit back to the room.

Mo Sui and An An were at a loss for what to do with the flour.

This was the breakfast for the little dumpling tomorrow. If it couldn’t be completed, she didn’t know what to let her eat tomorrow.

Just when the mother and daughter didn’t know what to do, Gu Yicheng came down from upstairs.

It was already early November, and the temperature was gradually getting colder.

Gu Yicheng had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was still wet. He wiped his hair casually with a towel and walked over.

“No wonder I didn’t see you in the room, so you are here.”

“Dad, we don’t know how to make steamed buns.” An An raised her little face, “Can you?”

“Didn’t you say you were going to make dumplings? How did it become steamed buns?” Gu Yicheng asked.

Mo Sui: “Where’s the filling for the buns?”

Gu Yicheng: …

Indeed there was none.

He rolled up the sleeves of his dark gray sweater: “Let me try.”

“Can you do it?” Mo Sui asked in surprise.

“I’ve made hand-rolled noodles for An An.” He said.

“Wow! Dad is awesome!” An An said happily.

Next, the little girl stood on tiptoe beside her father and watched him knead the flour.

She was eager to try and asked her father to give her a small piece of dough like he did last time when he made hand-rolled noodles.

“It won’t be wasted!” An An said loudly.

Gu Yicheng smiled and gave her a piece of dough.

The father and daughter began to knead the dough seriously, like the chefs in the kitchen, kneading it enthusiastically.

“Dad, is it useful to knead it like this? Will it really become a steamed bun?” An An asked.

“It should be.” Gu Yicheng lowered his eyes and said to An An with a smile, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a hand taking away the towel on his shoulders.

Mo Sui stood on tiptoe and wiped his hair casually.

Gu Yicheng was stunned at first, but then a smile appeared on his lips.

“The towel is in the way. Take it away after you’ve dried it.” Said Mo Sui.

The smile in Gu Yicheng’s eyes deepened. He whispered something to An An’s ear.

“What did you say?” Mo Sui raised her eyebrows.

The little dumpling was like a tape recorder, repeating her father’s words: “Dad said Mom felt sorry for him and was afraid that he would catch a cold! Also, Dad said Mom was so gentle!”

Gu Yicheng turned his head to look at her, showing a shameless and arrogant smile.

Mo Sui: …

She squinted her eyes, tiptoed, held the towel in both hands, wrapped his head, and wiped it hard.

Her operation was fast and fierce, and the audience in the live broadcast room was dumbfounded.

An An blinked and was also dumbfounded.

Mom was so amazing. She dried Dad’s short and hedgehog-like hair like a magic trick!

“Am I gentle now?” She asked.

[Mr. Gu: Not gentle anymore. Not gentle anymore.]

[Is this acting? Why does it look like they are flirting!]

[Oh no, I bumped into it again.]

 

 

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