[Hahahaha! If you want to force Sang Mizhou all your life, even if you are embarrassed, you can't be embarrassed in front of the little baby. Even if you are embarrassed in front of the little baby, you can't see her laughing at you! 】
[When I saw the sad look on our little baby’s face, I felt like laughing inexplicably. It was just like the expression of an old mother looking down on her son.]
[Hahahaha! It’s really true! It’s so similar! It seems that our little baby didn’t expect that Sang Mizhou couldn’t make buns, right? Hey, wait... what is the little baby doing?!]
A barrage flew past, and everyone's attention was focused on the screen.
I saw little Fu Bao climbing onto the chair next to where Sang Mingzhou was standing just now, picking up the half-wrapped buns by Sang Mingzhou, tilting his head and eyes empty, as if he was thinking about something.
One minute later.
She finally made a move.
I saw that her technique was jerky, but it felt like she had some skill in it, and she finished wrapping a bun in one go.
【Oh my god? This little baby can actually make buns?!】
[It’s incredible! This is even better than the first time I wrapped it! So am I not even as good as a six-year-old child?! It’s unreasonable!]
[Hahahaha! You are indeed our little baby! I am already looking forward to Sang Mizhou’s expression when he comes out of the bath and sees the baby’s wrapped buns!]
When I was in the temple before, the breakfast at the temple was often steamed buns.
They are all handbags from Master's father.
When little Fu Bao had nothing to do, she would make buns with her master. Although she would often run off to play with her junior sisters halfway through making buns, and she never made buns again after her master left.
Although some of my hands are raw, I can still see.
After a while, she rolled out all the dough that Sang Mizhou had kneaded.
Because she had only done the last step of rolling out the dough and making the buns, she didn’t know how to make the fillings or knead the dough. Those were all done by the master.
When Sang Mizhou came out and saw several wrapped buns on the cutting board, his eyes widened.
Although the bun doesn't look very good-looking, at least it's wrapped.
His eyes kept looking back and forth between Baozi and Xiao Fubao in disbelief.
She was alone outside just now, so it was impossible for an outsider to come up to help her finish wrapping and then leave.
"Did you make this?" Sang Mizhou looked surprised.
A 6-year-old girl can actually make buns?
Little Fubao didn't hide anything and nodded obediently: "Yes, Fubao has made buns with Master before, but I haven't made them for a long time. Maybe the buns are a bit ugly. But the ones made by Master are beautiful!"
Sang Mizhou: "..."
Sang Mizhou looked as if he was deeply shocked.
Even a 6-year-old girl can make buns, but he can't. It's so embarrassing.
Although he thought so in his heart, on the surface he could only pretend as if nothing had happened, put the buns into the steamer and cover them with a white cloth.
Xiao Fubao knelt on the back of the chair, looked at his back with her big round eyes and asked: "Brother, are we going to wrap all the buns today?"
Sang Mizhou nodded and struggled in his mind for a few seconds before speaking: "You... first teach your brother how to wrap... When the time comes, you can go to bed, and your brother will do it by himself."
When he said this, Sang Mizhou's expression was extremely struggling.
He, a man in his twenties, actually wanted to ask a 6-year-old girl how to make steamed buns.
This makes people think that he doesn't want this face anymore.