For parents who generally have nannies cooking at home and have never entered the kitchen much.

It is very difficult to make a qualified piece of dough.

The kneading step alone is difficult to grasp.

Although there are electronic scales next to them, there are very detailed production steps on the screen and even on the desk.

Including the ratio of flour and water, the stirring method, the pattern of successful dough, etc.

But someone just can't do it well.

"Oh, why are you adding too much? Let's start over again." ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"Dad, there is an electronic scale next to it."

"I don't need that thing. I've grasped that feeling. I will definitely succeed this time."

"Don't worry, moth, Dad takes you flying, go and scoop a spoonful of water."

"OK."

"Damn it, my hands are shaking. Do it again and you will definitely succeed next time."

Pour off the flour in the pot.

"...Dad, why don't you add a little flour to it?"

“…………”

"Uh...the 250 grams of flour is requested by people."

"But, the above is written for reference only..."

"You're here?"

"OK."

A single operation...

The dating was successful.

"Ahem, it's okay, it's almost awesome. I'll do it again just now, it's definitely better than yours."

The first step of kneading has stumped most parents.

I failed many times, but the tortuous journey was filled with laughter and joy.

Deputy Director Chong Yangming was very pleased, with tears in the corner of his mouth...bah, tears in his eyes.

Alas... I don’t know why, but when I saw the flour, I thought of Manager Shen’s buns.

It smells so good...

Ye Yirou's movements were even faster.

As a qualified food blogger, I often cook.

When I was in the store, I often peeked at Shen Yi from the side... Well, peeked at Shen Yi making buns.

I have learned a lot after a while.

Although the technique is far inferior to Shen Yi, there is no problem to beat the parents present.

"Sister Ye is so awesome."

Looking at the kneaded dough, Youyou exclaimed shockedly.

"Hehe, that's OK, right."

Ye Yirou took another small bowl: "Youyou, my sister teaches you how to do it."

"Oh! Really?"

I usually play with plasticine, but today I finally get to know the real ingredients.

Youyou was very excited, with stars in his eyes.

"Of course, this is very simple. Anyway, it will take some time for the dough to wake up."

"Uh-huh."

Ye Yirou began to teach carefully, and the whole process was very warm.

The relationship between the two also slowly heated up with laughter and joy from time to time.

On the other side.

"Maggie, give me another chance."

Ye Hongyu held the iron basin with both hands and refused to let go.

"How many times have you failed, and the flour is almost ruined."

Du Meiqi gave him a little resentment, but looking at Ye Hongyu's pitiful appearance.

My heart still softened, who made him his husband?

"Okay, it's the last time."

"Don't worry, I've summed up my experience."

So, Ye Hongyu, who had experienced many successes and fondness, failed again.

"roll!"

"Okay."

Maggie Du started to get started.

However, as a young lady who has never touched the spring water of her ten fingers and has been living a life of luxury since she was a child.

It was also a bumpy one and failed several times.

"Damn it! Hongyu, I won't believe it if I scoop a spoonful of flour for me."

"It's gone."

Ye Hongyu showed off an empty flour bag.

"It's all your fault, who made you fail so many times?"

Du Meiqi cursed.

“Yes, right, it’s all my fault.”

Ye Zicheng had no expression on his face and felt helpless.

My parents are so unreliable. Also, is this a parent-child activity?

Why are you two having fun?

"I'll go find my aunt and ask for a little."

Ye Zicheng pulled Ye Hongyu's pants.

"Dad, give me the flour bag."

"Okay, remember to come back more, and when necessary, I will allow you to be cute."

Ye Hongyu solemnly handed the flour bag to Ye Zicheng.

Ye Zicheng took it helplessly and muttered in his heart: I can't be cute.

.............

The place where Ye Yi is soft and leisurely is not far from Ye Hongyu and the other two.

He walked with the flour bag for a while.

When he saw the scene in front of him, Ye Zicheng was silent for a while.

I saw Ye Yirou teaching in a gentle voice, looking like a good wife and mother.

Youyou also looked very happy. Although she was not related by blood, she was like a real mother and daughter.

"Aunt, do you still have flour?"

"Zicheng? Have you used up all the flour?"

Ye Yirou said in surprise.

"right."

Ye Zicheng always cherishes his words like gold, of course, right

"Brother Zicheng." Youyou greeted.

"Youyou, you have flour on your nose."

"Ah?........is there any?"

"there is none left."

Ye Zicheng's iceberg face melted a little.
To be continued...