Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 852: You Really Aren’t Cut Out for the Kitchen
If this keeps going, even a whole basket of dumpling wrappers won’t be enough, not to mention the dumplings on the side. Some are overloaded with filling, spilling everywhere, while others have too little, being discarded with disdain.
She lowered her head, unable to suppress a small smile from tugging at her lips.
To be honest, Lan Shan really isn’t cut out for the kitchen...
"Miss Lan, would you like me to help you?"
The chef was from Hua Country. Although he had lived abroad for many years, his Chinese was excellent.
"No need, no need, I can handle it myself." Lan Shan immediately refused without a second thought.
After all, she originally wanted to make them personally for Gong Shaoyu. If someone else helped, it would lose its meaning.
The head chef stepped aside but did not leave the kitchen, ready to prevent any unforeseen mishaps.
When Gong Shaoyu entered, many servants were standing at the kitchen entrance. As he walked in, he instantly spotted Lan Shan busily engrossed in her work.
He slowed his footsteps, approaching her from behind and used his height advantage to easily see the scene on the glass countertop in front of her.
On the glass countertop, there was flour everywhere. Lan Shan had some on her hands and clothes, as she was using a spoon to scoop the dumpling filling.
Glancing at the dumplings she had wrapped beside her, he couldn’t hold back and let out a soft chuckle.
Startled by the sound, Lan Shan turned her head and saw Gong Shaoyu standing there. She instinctively wanted to pat her chest to calm herself, but noticed the flour on her hands and refrained.
Following his gaze, she looked at her own creation, her face instantly blushing red. She quickly put down the half-wrapped dumpling in her hand, intending to push him out.
"Brother Gong, you should go take care of your work first. I’ll call you when the dumplings are ready."
Gong Shaoyu didn’t move.
"Why is there flour everywhere?" He raised his hand and reached for her face.
Lan Shan froze, instinctively wanting to step back, but her feet felt rooted to the ground, unable to budge.
Her heart suddenly raced, her cheeks flushed an unnatural shade of red as she watched his large hand getting closer and closer.
"Wrapping dumplings is like going to battle. It seems you really aren’t suited for the kitchen." He teased as he gently wiped the flour off her face with his fingertip.
Lan Shan blinked rapidly, coming back to her senses, and offered a slightly embarrassed smile, "It’s... okay, I guess."
Quickly lowering her head, she dared not look at him again. Heaven knows how nervous she was the moment his fingers touched her face.
"What’s this?"
Gong Shaoyu was in quite a good mood today and didn’t leave the kitchen.
Standing by, he rolled up his sleeves, went to the faucet to wash his hands, and after drying them, picked up a peculiar object from the cutting board and asked.
Lan Shan turned, feeling awkward, and bit her lip gently in embarrassment, "A dumpling."
A dumpling?
Although he usually ate Western food, he still remembered what dumplings looked like. This seemed to be the first time he’d seen a round dumpling.
Are you sure it’s not a bun?
Being scrutinized like that, Lan Shan’s blush deepened, and she reached out, snatching the "dumpling" from his hand, saying with reddened cheeks, "Oh, stop looking at my dumplings, hurry out, hurry out."
Gong Shaoyu remained standing in place.
He reached for a dumpling wrapper and weighed it in his hand.
"How do you wrap it?"
He almost never entered the kitchen, so he was basically clueless about these things.
"I... forgot."
Lan Shan admitted honestly. She had somewhat forgotten how Xinluo taught her, otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many oddly-shaped creations.
