The president's pet daughter

Facts have proved that Song Mingzhe's action is super strong.

Looking at the bag of flour and a large pile of ingredients for making dumpling stuffing, Ling Zhaozhao realized that Song Mingzhe was not joking.

There were Chinese characters printed on the flour bag, and when Ling Zhaozhao saw it, he was like a fellow villager seeing a fellow villager, with tears in his eyes, and a strange sense of intimacy inevitably rose in his heart.

Dumpling stuffing is easy to make, she has seen Yunmei and Ling Shiyi tune it before, there are just a few steps left and right, and she can also search for new flavors on the Internet.

But she doesn't know how to roll dumpling wrappers.

Ling Zhaozhao also deliberately found a video to learn how to do it, but found that he could only understand it with his eyes, but not his hands.

Song Mingzhe had just sent an important email when he saw Ling Zhaozhao's devastated expression.

He closed the computer and walked behind Ling Zhaozhao.

Finding that Ling Zhaozhao was watching the video of the meeting, the expression on his face was almost wrinkled.

"Let me do it."

Song Mingzhe glanced at the screen, then said softly.

Ling Zhaozhao was watching intently, and he couldn't help being taken aback by what he said.

But she really doesn't understand, even if she tries to be brave, she still doesn't understand.

And if we continue to dawdle, we may not be able to make this dumpling.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't even think about it, and quickly took off the apron on his body.

She put the white apron on Song Mingzhe, and directly handed over the position of chef to others.

Not to mention, with Song Mingzhe's face, even wearing an ordinary apron is as pleasing to the eye as a male model wearing the most popular fashion items.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being a little jealous of his clothes hanger appearance.

How can someone look so good no matter what they wear.

Song Mingzhe didn't notice Ling Zhaozhao's love-hate eyes, but focused on the reconciliation.

He saw it very accurately, adding water and noodles in one go, not like Ling Zhaozhao who struggled for a long time, and later found that there was still too much water.

His slender fingers kneaded the white dough up and down, forming a beautiful painting.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's anxious eyes, Song Mingzhe knew that she wanted to play with the dough.

So he tore off a small piece from the big dough and placed it in front of Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao instantly felt like a kid in kindergarten.

After all, what adult can play with dough?

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at Song Mingzhe, feeling sweet in his heart, and began to knead the dough with clean hands.

"So soft."

Feeling the softness in her hand, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

When Song Mingzhe heard her words, he seemed to have thought of something, and his hands paused slightly.

"Not as soft as you."

He said with a stern face, as if he was talking about the trend of the stock market today, not such absurd words.

Her face and waist are far softer than this dough.

Also much warmer than this cold dough.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to answer these words, and his cheeks blushed.

Knead the dough, just knead the dough, and talk about it randomly.

What are you doing with such a flamboyant talk?

I've never seen him talk so much before.

"Work quickly, or you won't have dinner tonight."

Ling Zhaozhao put on a fierce look, and began to make dumpling fillings.

Although she can't roll dumpling wrappers, she is an expert in dumpling stuffing.

As long as the dumpling stuffing is made by her hand, there is nothing bad to eat.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's attitude as a supervisor, with a smile on his lips, and his hands kept moving.

After Ling Zhaozhao finished adjusting the dumpling fillings, Song Mingzhe also started rolling out the dumpling wrappers.

His movements are smooth and clean, and he doesn't look like a novice rolling dumpling wrappers for the first time.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the dumpling wrappers with appropriate thickness, and praised them sincerely.

"The dumpling wrappers you made are so good, I think they are even better than those made by my dad."

She looked on with her chin propped up, making no effort to hide her rainbow fart.

Although Song Mingzhe didn't show it on the surface, he was very helpful in his heart, and even put in a lot of effort in rolling the dumpling wrappers.

His movements are very fast, and it will be almost done in a short while.

After rolling out the dumpling wrappers, it's time to make dumplings.

Ling Zhaozhao originally thought that making dumplings was just a simple matter, but when he got started, he realized that it was not that simple.

The dumplings she made were barely passable, and it took a lot of time.

On the other hand, Song Mingzhe can make dumplings quickly and well, and even make several tricks after just watching the tutorial on making dumplings.

I have to say that some people's talents are indeed very enviable.

Song and Ming philosophy seems to be one step ahead of her.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the dumplings in his hand and the neat dumplings on the side plate, and silently washed his hands.

It wasn't that she was lazy, it was that she felt that the dumplings she made were not at the same level as Song Mingzhe.

"This dumpling is so beautifully wrapped, like a small ingot..."

"Those who use molds to make dumplings are not as good-looking as yours. Your hands are simply better than the molds."

"This looks so good, I want to take a photo and post it on Moments!"

……

Ling Zhaozhao sat next to Song Mingzhe, chirping.

She kept praising Song Mingzhe, as if he was praising him like nothing in the sky but nothing in the earth.

After Song Mingzhe finished making the last dumpling, he realized that something was wrong.

"Ling Zhaozhao, I seem to have been deceived by you."

She kept blowing rainbow farts to him, coaxing him from rolling the dumpling wrappers to putting the dumplings in the pan, all the links seemed to be done by him alone.

He didn't expect that his hands, which signed tens of millions of contracts in minutes, actually made dumplings for two hours.

Just like a kind male mother.

Ling Zhaozhao touched his nose, feeling complacent.

Hehe, it seems that praising a man can indeed make a man dizzy and do a lot of work.

She will make persistent efforts in the future.

But Song Mingzhe really worked hard.

Ling Zhaozhao thought for a while, stood up gracefully, tiptoed and kissed Song Mingzhe's lips.

"Thank you, dear boyfriend."

She smiled playfully, as gorgeous as the morning sun.

She knew why Song Mingzhe would suddenly make dumplings.

It was to ease her homesickness.

She was very clear, so it was very touching.

She was touched that Song Mingzhe would always take care of her little thoughts, and she was also touched that he would always meet her little wishes personally.

He was so good, so good that she was so fascinated by him that she couldn't extricate herself.

Song Mingzhe didn't expect that Ling Zhaozhao would take the initiative to kiss him, and was stunned by the softness of his lips.

After he reacted, the smile on his lips inevitably became stronger.

She has become more and more courageous recently.

But it is his fate to be cheated by Ling Zhaozhao.

Then he will be willing.