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Chapter 80 80. An can tell if I am male or female (40)

Chapter 80 80. An can tell if I am male or female (40)

Song Xiwu quickly nodded obediently and innocently, "Yeah, I just wanted to go out to play at night. I'm very happy."

Ling Ye sneered, "Why don't you just go and watch the fireworks? Can it make you happy like this?"

Little fools are little fools!

Song Xiwu pursed her lips with a good-natured smile, "I'm so old, I haven't gone out to play on New Year's Eve yet."

Ling Ye paused for a moment, then gave a faint "hmm".

Song Xiwu looked at the thinly rolled dumpling wrappers, "Master, your dumpling wrappers are so well rolled, I thought you..."

"You don't think you can?" Ling Ye spread flour on the dumpling wrappers, stacked them up, and said in a rather flat tone: "After the age of eight, what I eat and use, I have to earn with my own hands. Back then, I worked as a waiter in a restaurant and learned how to roll noodles.”

Song Xiwu was slightly startled and said softly: "Hug, sorry."

Ling Ye smiled faintly, "It's nothing, it was a very interesting time. It seems that I almost became a cook at that time."

He still remembered that at that time, an old cook saw that he was clever and wanted to take him as an apprentice.

However, it is a pity to find that his sense of taste is a bit dull, he can only distinguish between good and bad food, and can't identify the ingredients when he eats it. He is not suitable to be a chef at all, so he can just forget it.

If he had become a chef at that time, he probably wouldn't have been rescued by an old man pretending to be a smuggler of salt because he was made things difficult for him in the waiter and was almost beaten to death, and he walked the road full of thorns.

Today, he probably won't occupy half of the Song Dynasty.

Then maybe, he will never meet this little fool in his life.

Ling Ye looked at her with deep eyes. Although the days under that perverted old man were dark, in the end, he won, didn't he?

Sitting on the throne of bones representing power, he has the ability to get what he wants.

Ling Ye never regretted that he had taken such a bloody road.

Song Xiwu's heart trembled when he saw him, and she pushed the dumpling fillings she had prepared, "Can I make dumplings?"

Ling Ye withdrew his gaze, nodded slightly, "Yes."

"Then pack it together?"

"It's too small!"

His tone was cold, and his words seemed to be scolding, but in the end, Mr. Mou condescended to make dumplings with her.

Aunt Yang hid outside the kitchen and watched the interaction between the two inside. The atmosphere, ouch, made her want to hug her as an old man.

Aunt Yang sneaked away with a smile on her face, leaving space for the young couple, and told the servants not to disturb.

……

"I'm so awesome!"

The chubby dumplings were placed on the plate, and Song Xiwu sweetly praised Ling Ye.

A certain master flicked the tiger's tail, and said reservedly: "What's the point of cooking a dumpling?"

Obviously this master forgot, Song Xiwu pulled him earlier, saying that he was to help her make dumplings, but in the end he did all the work!
And she only said a few sweet words at the side, and she coaxed a certain grandfather into a ecstasy, and took care of himself one by one.

Or, if Ling Ye thought about it, the loss he was willing to suffer for the person in his heart was not actually a loss.

Song Xiwu put the dumplings on the table and happily pulled him, "Master, come eat the dumplings and see who among us gets the money first. Didn't the folks say that if you eat the dumplings, you will definitely get rich in the coming year."

Ling Ye looked at the little hand holding his, and held her catkins with his backhand, and said proudly, "If you want to get rich, just come and ask me. What's the use of eating dumplings?"

Song Xiwu turned her head, "Master, you are so boring."

"Ok?"

"No, Master is right, but eating a good meaning, didn't we also make sugar dumplings? It is said that if you eat them, you will be sweet in the coming year."

Ling Ye nodded in satisfaction, "This is not bad."

Song Xiwu put a plate of vinegar and hot sauce on the table, put a dumpling for him, and looked at him expectantly, "Grandpa, try it."

"Ah."

A certain master picked up the dumplings reservedly, the sweet taste appetized, the coldness in his eyes disappeared completely, and he couldn't hide his smile, "It's sweet."

Song Xiwu clapped her hands, "Wow, master is awesome."

Ling Ye was in a good mood and made a dumpling for her, "Try it too."

"Okay."

Song Xiwu was also lucky, she was the first one to eat the one with coins, she smiled and frowned, "I will definitely get rich next year."

Ling Ye looked at her silly look, and slightly curled his thin lips, "I don't have a good meal."

Song Xiwu was not angry with his unforgiving mouth, "Yeah, what you said is right."

Ling Ye snorted lightly, "Little fool, next year please please me, and I will make you rich."

Song Xiwu frowned, "Okay."

Seeing that the little fool didn't spoil the scenery this time, Mr. Mou was very satisfied and continued to make dumplings for her.

But if she didn’t make trouble, she wouldn’t be Xiaobailian.

After she was full, she suddenly looked at the plate of dumplings and sighed.

Ling Ye, who hadn't eaten a few mouthfuls of dumplings before, looked at her and said, "What's wrong?"

Song Xiwu pursed her lips, looking a little miss, "Sir, tell me, what is the young man in white doing now? It's Chinese New Year, has he come home yet? Well, it would be great if he could eat dumplings with us. "

They are all good friends, the poor little princess will definitely not forget her son in white!

A bowl of water should be flat!

Crackling, Ling Ye put down his chopsticks, the warmth in his eyes was replaced by coldness, he gritted his teeth, "I'm having dinner with you, can you miss other men?"

Even if it was him, no!

The little fool can only miss Ling Ye!

Song Xiwu was taken aback, feeling a little wronged, "He is my good friend just like my master."

Ling Ye's stinginess and fine hairs exploded, "In your heart, his status is equal to that of the master?"

He was so kind to her, but the boy in the dungeon would only look coldly at her, what happened?

They are both equal?
How can this make a certain grandfather feel at ease?
Song Xiwu bit her lip in frustration, but seemed unaware that she had said something wrong. She asked weakly: "Is there anything wrong?"

Ling Ye can't wait to pry open this little fool's head and see what's inside?
But before the trumpet was opened by himself, no matter how jealous he was, he had to swallow it himself.

It's just that I'm so angry!

Ling Ye stared at her, his hands were itchy.

What annoyed him even more was that, just like this little fool, when he went outside, did she foolishly follow him as soon as someone treated her well?

The prison boss is a good person, the young man in white is a good person, and he is also a good person!
In her heart, is he just a passer-by in her life?

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable Ling Ye felt, his soreness was severe, and he didn't eat the dumplings, so he got up and left.

Song Xiwu sat on the spot in a daze, blinking her almond eyes, feeling so wronged that she wanted to cry.

Why are you throwing her face again?

Isn't she just a good friend who cares about her?
Is kindness also a mistake?

The system once again watched Ling Ye's malicious value rise from 5% to 25%, completely numb!

If you sit on a roller coaster for a long time, you will get used to it!

(End of this chapter)

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