The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter

Chapter 622 - 622: Elder Brother Siminz, You Love Me Too, Right?

Chapter 622: Elder Brother Siminz, You Love Me Too, Right?

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It would have been fine if he hadn’t asked, but when he did, Gu Nuo’er’s tears fell like a broken string of beads.

The child sobbed and said, “I’ve tried it before. It tastes very bad… I want to help Nanny Hu write down all the recipes so that she won’t get them wrong in the future. However, I’m so stupid. No matter what I tried, I failed.”

Gu Nuo’er wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “Moreover, it tastes so bad but Elder Brother Siming can still swallow it. Mother said that those who can tolerate you for not doing well are all people who love you. Elder Brother Siming, you love me too, right?”

Ye Siming was stunned.

He paused in his actions of wiping the child’s tears.

However, Gu Nuo’er opened her big watery eyes and her small nose was still sniffing as if she was waiting for his answer.

She looked at this pair of black eyes that had just been washed by tears. At this moment, they were black and clear like two pearls shining gently.

Ye Siming’s ears couldn’t help but burn.

His thin lips moved, but before he could say anything, Gu Nuo’er pounced into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around Ye Siming’s waist.

“I like you too, Wolfie!”

Although he didn’t answer, the child firmly believed that Wolfie was like her father and mother, liking her and caring for her.

Ye Siming lowered his eyes, his gaze gradually softening.

He asked patiently, “What pastries do you want to make?”

“Oh, the simplest kind. Nanny Hu is best at making fried sweet pancakes. Does

Elder Brother Siming know how to make them?”

Ye Siming paused for a moment. “Yes.”

Gu Nuo’er followed him into the kitchen and watched as Ye Siming skillfully kneaded the dough.

After a while, he heated the pot and placed the dough wrapped in white sugar into the pot.

After a while, it was finally done.

“Be careful that it’s hot.” Ye Siming took the initiative to blow on it for her. He wrapped the bottom of the sugar cake in parchment paper and handed it to the child.

Gu Nuo’er held the hot cake and took a careful bite.

Fragrant syrup flowed out.

It was so delicious!

Gu Nuo’er immediately narrowed her eyes and swayed her head in satisfaction.

However, as she ate, she suddenly felt that although this taste was very different from what Nanny Hu made. Yet, it was a little familiar…

“Elder Brother Siming, why do these sweet pancakes taste so similar to the ones you brought for me every time before school?”

Every time they were in the carriage, Ye Siming would hand over hot sweet pancakes.

Gu Nuo’er thought that they were made by Madam Bai and ate heartily every time.

The sweet pancakes Ye Siming had brought also gradually turned from their original black appearance to a successful golden and crispy one.

Hearing Gu Nuo’er’s question, Ye Siming lowered his eyes and looked at her.

“They were both made by me, so they naturally taste the same.”

Gu Nuo’er widened her eyes.

“They were all made by Elder Brother Siming? I thought it was Madam Bai! ”

Ye Siming snorted. “Seeing that you like to eat it, I just made it for you in the morning. ”

Gu Nuo’er was deep in thought. “Oh, then Elder Brother Siming woke up very early!”

Ye Siming sneered and didn’t comment.

Then, he brought a brush and paper from the front hall and seriously wrote down the recipe.

“Leave it for Nanny Hu.” Ye Siming took a stone and pressed the prescription on the stove.

Gu Nuo’er hugged the sweet pancake, her black eyelashes fluttering as she looked at him with watery eyes.

Just before Ye Siming arrived, she cried in frustration because she had failed several times.

This was because she realized that there were things in the world that couldn’t be achieved even with magical powers.

She could duplicate the sweet pancakes made by Nanny Hu, but she couldn’t replicate the recipe.

Although magical powers could achieve everything,

The feelings between people and the effort Nanny Hu put into making pastries couldn’t be retained by spiritual energies..