The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter

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Chapter 620: If the Little Thing Likes It, Anything Was Fine

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Ye Siming grabbed Gu Nuo’er’s collar with one hand, picked her up, and walked out.

Gu Nuo’er waved the fog in front of her. “Cough! Who is it?!”

When she saw Ye Siming’s cold eyes clearly, the child answered softly.

“So it’s my wolfie!”

Hearing this title, Ye Siming raised his eyebrows. His worried and displeased expression dissipated a little.

“What are you doing here yourself? Do you want to raze the kitchen to the ground?”

Gu Nuo’er turned around and looked at the kitchen that was filled with thick smoke. She scratched the tip of her nose in embarrassment. “I don’t know how to start a fire…

This touch accidentally rubbed the ashes from the pot that had gotten onto her soft fingertips on her nose.

Ye Siming frowned and sized her up.

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There were two bits of dark spots on each side of the child’s soft and fair face.

Now, there was a little more on the tip of her nose.

She was simply like a messy cat.

Ye Siming sighed.

He placed the child on the ground. “Wait here. I’ll do it.” Gu Nuo’er squeezed her small hands helplessly.

She watched as Ye Siming strode into the smoking kitchen.

Not long later, the smoke stopped coming out.

Only the sound of cutting vegetables could be heard.

Gu Nuo’er quickly ran to the door and looked in.

Ye Siming had already rolled up his sleeves and was handling an eggplant.

He wasn’t very familiar with holding a knife and looked like he was preparing to kill someone.

Each move he made was sharp as he peeled the eggplant and sliced it up thinly. Gu Nuo’er had started the fire just now because she wanted to heat the pastries in the steamer.

At this moment, they were also placed neatly on a plate by Ye Siming and placed to the side.

Ye Siming didn’t even turn around. “It’s almost noon. If you don’t eat, you’ll starve and cry. Sit at the side. It’ll be done in a bit.”

Gu Nuo’er obediently agreed.

She carried a wooden stool over with her two small hands.

Then, she sat behind Ye Siming.

Gu Nuo’er supported her pink face on her hands and focused on his back view. “Elder Brother Siming, I didn’t know that you knew how to cook.”

“I don’t know how to,” Ye Siming said calmly. “I saw Madam Bai cook once before. Now, I’ll do it again according to the steps in my memory. If it doesn’t taste good, then… I’ll bring you out to eat.’

“It’ll taste good, it’ll taste good!” Before Gu Nuo’er had even tried anything, she praised in her childish voice, “Everything Elder Brother Siming makes tastes good!”

Ye Siming’s back was facing her and a gentle smile appeared on his thin lips.

After a while, he felt a soft feeling at his waist.

Ye Siming turned around. Gu Nuo’er had hugged him from behind and was putting on Nanny Hut s apron for him!

“Put it on. Don’t dirty Elder Brother Siming’s clothes!”

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The apron was made of green cloth and had a floral pattern.

It was something that was suitable for married women.

Ye Siming’s eyebrows turned cold and he wanted to refuse.

However, he saw that the child was trying her best to take the initiative to wrap her arms around his waist and tie the straps behind him.

Ye Siming’s fingertips paused for a moment before he let her be.

Forget it. If the little thing liked it, anything was fine.

After the sizzling sound of the oil from stir-frying food.

Gu Nuo’er and Ye Siming placed a small square table in the small courtyard at the back of the Four Seasons Sweet Shop.

There were three dishes on it. Roast meat with eggplant, tofu and fish soup, and a dish of vinegar cabbage.

The fragrant rice was sprinkled with black sesame seeds.

Gu Nuo’er’s appetite was piqued. She was about to reach out her small hand to take the chopsticks.

Ye Siming grabbed her hands.

“Go wash your hands and face first you messy kitten.” The boy’s voice carried a unique low and hoarse magnetism, and his black eyes were deep..

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