After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Most of the bowl of noodles ended up going into Fu Jincheng's stomach.

After eating this, Fu Jincheng felt the reality and realized that he had cooked too much.

Next time I should cut it in half.

That's something for later.

Now, Fu Jincheng, who was a little full, took Wen Yinuo into the kitchen.

"Brother?" Wen Yinuo couldn't believe it. "You actually allowed me to enter the kitchen?"

It's a miracle.

Could it be that he finally had the chance to touch the stove and practice his cooking skills?

"I'm not asking you to cook." Fu Jincheng broke the boy's fantasy in a second, "I'm asking you to make a cake."

When Wen Jian was still alive and hadn't left, every time someone in the family had a birthday, they would make birthday cakes together.

Although Wen Yinuo was young at that time, after helping to measure the necessary flour, he played aside or ate the cut fruit.

Generally speaking, birthday cakes are made by the family of three together.

Later, when Wen Yinuo was older and able to operate the oven, accidents happened one after another.

They were clearly a perfect family of three, but they would never have the chance to get back together.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little sad.

But this is a good day and should not be used to be sad.

Fu Jincheng curled his lips and smiled, then reached out and touched Wen Yinuo's nose:

"Haven't you always been clamoring to bake your own cake base? Let's try it this time."

When Wen Yinuo heard this, he immediately became interested.

The sad atmosphere was swept away.

The boy ran back to the room in his slippers and came out a few minutes later.

He changed into light-colored clothes.

"This way, if flour gets accidentally stained on clothes, it won't be too obvious." He explained seriously to Fu Jincheng.

"Obviously, it's fine." Fu Jincheng didn't care about such details. "Have you forgotten that there were several times in the past when you weighed the flour and dumped it all on me and my mother, and what happened to you?"

"I washed the clothes."

A rare arrogance appeared in Wen Yinuo's eyes: "It's my birthday today, you have to listen to me!"

"Don't ever mention this matter again!"

Fu Jincheng made a zipper gesture and shut up obediently.

The first one who couldn't get used to this silence was Wen Yinuo.

Wen Yinuo, who had only experience in helping to weigh flour and cutting fruit, didn't know how to knead dough at all.

He took the water and poured it into the flour, adding flour if it was thin, and adding water if it was dry.

I added it back and forth several times, but it still didn't work.

The boy, who vowed to complete this step by himself, could only droop his lips and look pitifully at his brother who was standing aside doing nothing, asking him for help.

Fu Jincheng always kept his promise in mind and just didn't say anything.

He just walked behind Wen Yinuo, held the boy's wrists with both hands, and taught him how to add water and flour, just like when he taught him to write when he was a child.

With such actions, it was inevitable that the two of them would be very close.

Wen Yinuo was so close that he was completely embraced in the arms of Fu Jincheng, who was a size bigger than him.

Fu Dabao, who had already made this plan, remained calm because he had been mentally prepared.

Xiaobao is different.

The moment my wrists were pinched, my heart started beating out of control.

The kitchen was obviously very big, but at this moment, he could only feel Fu Jincheng pinching his wrist.

Until the dough was ready and Fu Jincheng let go, the boy's thoughts were still a little dazed.

I stuttered unconsciously when I spoke:

“Is this all right?”

Fu Jincheng tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth that kept trying to rise: "Okay."

"Don't we need to add anything else?" Wen Yinuo asked sincerely, "How about we add some pineapple in it!"

The birthday cakes he used to eat always had pineapple in the middle.

"That's added after the cake base is baked." Fu Jincheng held his forehead helplessly, "If you add it in now, it will just burn."

Knowing that he was not that experienced, Wen Yinuo obediently put the cake base into the oven.

But he still didn't give up: "Is it really impossible to add something in it?"

"When I was watching videos before, I saw some videos adding meat to them."

When the young man raised his eyes to ask the question, his watery eyes stared at Fu Jincheng without blinking.

The black-hearted fox's ears turned unnaturally red.

Fearing that something was wrong, Fu Jincheng held Wen Yinuo's shoulders and turned him to face the oven before explaining:

"That's all done deliberately to attract traffic. You can't add that to the cake."

"I know." Wen Yinuo didn't look back and stared at the cake in the oven seriously, "But looking at the finished product, it's really good."

"And there's no clear rule that says you can't add meat to cakes."

These are all so-called "conventions".

Fu Jincheng had no choice but to compromise:

"Okay, okay. Let's try it next time we have a chance."

Wen Yinuo's voice immediately jumped up: "Let me do it! I want to do it myself!"

"Brother, will you agree?"

"Yes, yes, right?"

Fu Jincheng, who had planned to prevent Wen Yinuo from entering the kitchen except on his birthday, said:

He couldn't stand just those pitiful, begging eyes.

Not to mention the intimate and coquettish tone.

It’s just the kitchen, just go in.

"Of course." He relaxed a little, "Xiaobao and I will study together."

Anyway, with him around, the worst that can happen is that the finished product isn’t very good.

There will never be an accident of the kitchen bombing!

With a "ding dong" sound, the cake base is baked.

Wen Yinuo was so excited when he baked the cake base for the first time that he reached out to the countertop after opening the oven.

Before I put my hand in, I was slapped.

Fu Jincheng handed him a glove: "Use this, otherwise you will get burned."

Looking at the gloves that were bigger than his face, Wen Yinuo hesitated for a fraction of a second, took a step back, and made way:

"Brother, come here."

His hands are so small that gloves are basically useless.

When he went to take it, the cake base and the oven had to be turned over on the ground.

"So self-conscious?" Fu Jincheng raised his eyebrows.

Wen Yinuo turned around and ignored him.

The still hot and soft cake base was taken out and placed on the table.

This time Wen Yinuo learned his lesson and didn't poke the cake base.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but when he was a kid he poked the cake base and got burned and cried.

From then on, he learned his lesson and never poked the cake base again.

After preparing the cream, Fu Jincheng turned around with the cream and other odds and ends. Not surprisingly, he saw that the outer layer of the cooled cake base had more than a dozen holes poked in it.

"Your hands are itching again, aren't they?" Fu Jincheng took Wen Yinuo's hand and looked at it carefully. He was relieved when he confirmed that there were no red marks. "That's right. Remember to poke it when it's not hot this time."

"I remembered it the second time." Wen Yinuo raised his head proudly, "I was only burned once!"

"Yeah." Fu Jincheng was like a parent who dotes on his child unconditionally, "Then Xiaobao, remember this next time."

Wen Yinuo's attention has been taken away by the whipped cream.

While Fu Jincheng was looking for tools, he quickly reached out, picked up a little cream and put it into his mouth.

good to eat!

Just as he stretched out his hand to touch it for the second time, he happened to meet Fu Jincheng who had just taken the tools and turned around.

After more than half a year of influence, Wen Yinuo has mastered Fu Jincheng's ability to lie with his eyes open.

"I see it's melting soon and I want to help."

Fu Jincheng walked over with the tool, put it down, and scratched the corner of Wen Yinuo's mouth with his index finger.

The milky white cream on the fingertips is extremely obvious under the warm white light.

Wen Yinuo's ears turned red.

It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing, my nonsense was exposed on the spot!

Fu Jincheng licked the little bit of cream on his fingertips, his eyes full of smiles and tenderness:

"Very sweet."

"Don't blame Xiaobao. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation either."

For example, right now, he really wanted to kiss the boy's lips that had just been touched by cream.