But Qu Xiaojue failed to catch up after all. The unfinished work on his hands gave Liu Zhenying some time to relax.

It's a pity...

Half an hour passed, and the kitchen felt like a war. The mess was full of flour. Even Liu Zhenying himself turned into a tabby cat, and the Spongebob in the pot was almost a piece of yellow-orange dough.

No proper shape can be seen at all.

Aunt Guo stood at the door of the kitchen, her face full of worry. When she saw Qu Xiaojue coming down the stairs, she immediately felt as if she had seen the savior, and hurriedly greeted him: "Sir, my wife doesn't know how to cook at all. What's wrong with you?"

Can you drive her down to cook noodles alone?"

Especially starting from the step of kneading and pulling the dough.

Qu Xiaojue walked to the kitchen door and took a look. He was amused almost instantly: "Where did this stray cat come in from? It's all dirty. Was it disobedient before and was abandoned?"

He reached out and rubbed her face, and not surprisingly, he rubbed a hand of flour.

Liu Zhenying had a droopy little face, and her round almond-shaped eyes were a little red. She looked a bit like a cat, with her cheeks puffed up, feeling aggrieved and angry: "This Spongebob is so disobedient.

It won’t be shaped according to my ideas.”

As she spoke, he glanced at the noodles on the chopping board and could only see lumps of yellow dough. As for Spongebob...

It's really unimaginable.

"Yeah." He nodded: "It's really ugly in a unique way."

"Qu Xiaojue."

She was so angry that she deliberately held his face with her little flour-covered hands. Seeing how his eyebrows and eyelashes were all white, she smiled with her eyebrows crooked and triumphant, and pretended to be fierce: "Let you talk to me again,

Deserve it.”

He stretched out his hand to pinch her face, but she sprinkled flour on him, and the two of them immediately treated the kitchen as a playground and got into a fuss.

Originally, Aunt Guo wanted Qu Xiaojue to take charge of Liu Zhenying, but she didn't expect that when she came back just to pick up something, the whole kitchen would be invaded by flour.

But at least Qu Xiaojue knew how to restrain himself. After playing around for a while, he reached out to control Liu Zhenying's two little hands to prevent her from causing further trouble. He said: "Be good, I will take you upstairs to clean up a little, and let Aunt Guo do it later."

You cook noodles and eat them."

"I don't want it."

Liu Zhenying looked up at him with a face raised, lightly kicked his calf with her foot, and said coquettishly: "I don't want to eat what Aunt Guo cooks, I want to eat what you cook."

It only took half an hour from the time she cooked noodles to please him to asking him to cook noodles as a matter of course.

But Qu Xiaojue didn't feel anything was wrong. He just looked at her and his Adam's apple rolled twice: "You want me to cook noodles for you?"

"Yes." She nodded in response, the distance was close, and her breath was warm: "I want Spongebob, you have to do it for me."

Qu Xiaojue looked at her deeply and for a long time. In her clear black and white apricot eyes, he gritted his teeth and sighed: "Okay, you are really my living ancestor."

After Liu Zhenying happily went upstairs to wash up, Qu Xiaojue was left alone facing the messy kitchen and the ball of yellow and orange dough.

After a while, his back molars clenched tighter and tighter, and now he wanted to strangle a creature called Spongebob to death out of thin air.

This thing is really difficult to do.

So when Huaqing One's video call came in, Qu Xiaojue was still struggling with dough.

His hands had held weapons and documents, but he could not handle this little piece of dough.

"Xiao Jue, from the Embroidery Art Research Institute..."
Chapter completed!