He didn't ask, but when he asked, Gu Nuoer's tears were like beads with a broken thread.

The little man sobbed and said, "I've tasted it before, and it's hard to eat... I want to help Mother Hu write down all the recipes, so that she won't make mistakes in the future, but I'm so stupid, why? Doing it all fails.”

Gu Nuo'er wiped her tears with the back of her hand: "What's more, it's so unpalatable, Brother Siming, you can swallow it. My mother said that those who can endure your bad behavior are the ones who love you. Brother Siming, Do you love me too?"

Ye Siming was startled.

His actions of wiping the little guy's tears were followed by a pause.

However, Gu Nuo'er opened her big moist eyes, and her small nose was still breathing, as if waiting for his answer.

Looking at the pair of dark eyes, which had just been washed with tears, they were now clear, like two pearls with a soft light.

Ye Siming's auricle involuntarily became hot.

His thin lips moved, and before he could speak, Gu Nuoer threw himself into his arms.

Two small hands hugged Ye Siming's waist.

"Wo also likes you, acridine wolf!"

Although he didn't answer, the little man firmly believed that Lang Lang was like his father and mother, who liked and cared for her.

Ye Siming lowered his eyes, his eyes gradually softened.

He asked patiently, "What kind of cake do you want?"

"Well, the simplest kind, Hu Ma Ma is the best at making fried sugar cakes, does Brother Siming know it?"

Ye Siming paused: "Yes."

Gu Nuoer followed him into the kitchen and watched Ye Siming knead the dough skillfully.

After a while, he heated the pot and put the sugar-coated dough into the pot.

After a lot of work, it's finally done.

"Be careful." Ye Siming took the initiative to help her blow it, wrapped the bottom edge of the sugar cake with oil paper, and handed it to the little guy.

Gu Nuo'er held the hot cake and took a bite carefully.

Full of syrup fragrant flow out.

Delicious!

Gu Nuo'er squinted her eyes and almost shook her head in satisfaction.

But as she was eating, she suddenly felt that this taste, although it was very different from what Mother Hu made, was a little familiar...

"Brother Siming, why does this sugar cake look so similar, the one you brought me before school every time?"

Every time he was on the carriage, Ye Siming would hand over hot sugar cookies.

Gu Nuoer thought that it was made by Mrs. Bai, and she ate it every time.

The sugar cakes that Ye Siming brought have also gradually turned into successful golden crisps from their dark appearance at first.

Hearing Gu Nuo'er's question, Ye Siming looked down at her.

"I did it all, of course."

Gu Nuo'er opened her eyes.

"It's all done by Brother Siming? I thought it was Mrs. Bai!"

Ye Siming snorted coldly: "See if you like it, I made it in the morning and brought it to you."

Gu Nuo'er thought thoughtfully: "Well, Brother Siming got up so early!"

Ye Siming sneered, noncommittal.

Then he brought pen and paper from the front hall and carefully wrote down the process and recipe.

"Leave it to Mother Hu." Ye Siming took a stone and pressed the recipe down on the stove.

Gu Nuo'er held the sugar cake, her black eyelashes flickered, and her watery eyes looked at him.

Just before Ye Siming didn't come, she cried in frustration because of several failures.

Because she discovered that there are still things in the world that cannot be accomplished by magic.

She can reproduce the sugar cakes made by Hu Ma, but cannot restore the recipe.

It's like magic can do everything though.

But the feelings between people, the energy that Hu Ma Ma put into making cakes, could not be left behind by her spiritual power.