Chatper 645 (1/2)

After Pei Yibai washed his hands, he realized that Song Weiyi hadn't left yet, and his movements stopped.

"Are you still here?"

"Yes, you make dumplings, and I have my own things to do."

She opened the cupboard, took out the prepared tools and materials, a box of eggs, and beat them into a bowl.

Pei Yibai looked puzzled, "What is this?"

"Secret, don't dawdle, do it quickly, or don't go all afternoon and not get a single one out."

In the afternoon, my aunt was still waiting to come in to cook, and they couldn't occupy the kitchen all the time.

Song Weiyi took two more aprons, one for Pei Yibai and one for himself.

"Your is blue, mine is pink, and it's a couple outfit." Even the apron is a couple outfit, haha.

Pei Yibai was speechless, wiped his hands dry, and stared at the dumpling wrapper and dumpling filling in front of him.

Of course he can't do it, and he doesn't pay attention to what the dumplings look like on weekdays, so he can only follow his own instincts.

With big hands all over, he took out a piece of the dumpling wrapper, accidentally using too much force, the dumpling wrapper was torn in half by him, half stuck to the original dumpling wrapper, and he usually grabbed it in his hand.

"Pfft...hahahaha..." Song Weiyi was beside him, secretly watching Pei Yibai's every move.

Unexpectedly, he had a bad start, and just after he made a move, he broke the dumpling skin.

Pei Yibai's face was ashen, thinking what's so funny? He just didn't control the strength well.

"Don't laugh, have you ever made trouble like this?" How could you be his wife?

Unqualified and incompetent at all!

"I didn't add insult to injury, I just couldn't hold back." Song Weiyi was overjoyed, looking straight at his hand.

After a while, she didn't know what the feat would be again, and she suddenly looked forward to it.

Her eyes are hot, like a shadow.

It's fine at other times, but now, he is doing something that he has never touched before, Song Weiyi's eyes are like a camera, making Pei Yi blush.

"Husband, don't put too much pressure on your heart. Use a little strength and slowly pull off the skin, and it won't fall apart." Seeing that he was a little discouraged, Song Weiyi immediately kissed him.

You can't hurt the baby's father's self-confidence.

"I thought you were going to watch me tear up this dumpling wrapper."

Song Weiyi thought, how could it be possible to make 40 or 50 dumpling wrappers here, if he tore them all up, what a waste?

"I haven't had time to speak yet, I need to understand your strength first."

Then it was discovered that he had no strength at all in this regard.

With a stiff face, Pei Yibai successfully tore off a dumpling wrapper.

Seeing that Song Weiwei was still staring at her, he frowned and turned to her: "I can't be serious with you like this. Don't you want to do your own thing? You are busy with your work, and I will take care of mine."

"Uh, so, are you okay?"

Song Weiyi was just telling the truth, but Pei Yibai was provoked, what do you mean you can do it?

it's OK? This term is an insult to men.

"Why not? Go quickly." Pei Yibai stared.

Touching his nose, Song Weiyi had no choice but to carry it over, and the oven was on the other side.

The kitchen of Pei's house is very big, she stood on the opposite cooking table, back to back with Pei Yibai.

He said he couldn't watch it, and Song Weiyi was too embarrassed to take a peek, but secretly entertained himself, wondering what Pei Yibai would make the dumplings into?

Fortunately, he didn't need to knead the dough himself, otherwise Pei Yibai might have the effect of wrapping buns directly. Thinking about that scene, I feel inexplicably happy.