She's Really the Death God of Cooking!

He pulled Gu Nuo'er to the water vat.

Ye Siming squatted down and gently wiped the child's face with a clean handkerchief.

He had never used so little strength before.

He had learned how to do this by practicing holding tofu without breaking it into pieces previously.

Now, it actually came in handy.

The corners of Ye Siming's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly. There was a hint of satisfaction in his handsome and arrogant eyes.

Gu Nuo'er fluttered her long eyelashes and blinked her big eyes at the youth in front of her.

The warm autumn sun was like gold dust that had been splashed on Ye Siming and Gu Nuo'er.

He was still wearing the apron that had flour stained on it, but he was wearing a jade headgear on his head. The collision of the noble and pyrotechnic feelings brought about a strange beauty to it.

"You've cried, huh?" Ye Siming suddenly asked.

Gu Nuo'er came back to her senses and nodded.