C121 (1/2)

When the white fan reached the kitchen, it immediately saw Jing Jue, who was in the middle of making peace. Jing Jue lowered his head, a strand of jet-black hair falling from his temple as he gently swayed along with his movements.

He focused on the noodles in his hand, completely unaware that a pair of heated eyes were looking at him.

Uncle Wen finished washing the dishes. He turned around and saw the white fan. Just as he was about to speak, the white fan made a ”hush” gesture. Uncle Wen immediately understood, and he smiled as he carried the dish out of the kitchen.

Jing Jue was still kneading his noodles when he heard the sound of the tea being boiled in the stove behind him. He wiped his hands and turned to add some more firewood.

But someone else was already adding on.

”White...” ”White fan?”

Jing Jue cried out in surprise as he looked at the people squatting on the ground, trying to get more firewood.

”When did you arrive? I didn't even see you. ” To Jing Jue, the white fan was like a big sister, giving him a sense of security.

Bai Fan stood up. When he saw that there was a bit of flour on Jing Jue's face, he could not help but laugh out loud and gently wipe it off with his hand.

”You little slut, your face and face are on the same level.”

Jing Jue's face reddened slightly as he turned back to his work.

”What kind of pasta do you want?” Bai Fan looked at Jing Jue who was kneading such a large piece of noodles, and it was so difficult for him to blush.

After washing his hands, he stood beside Jing Jue. ”Give me a bit, I'll help you.”

Jing Jue naturally knew that Bai Fan's culinary skills were much better than his. He immediately pulled out half of the noodles and placed it in front of her, ”I want to make some fruits.”

Noodle fruit was a type of snack that was cooked or fried after a small piece of dough was crushed into the shape of an exquisite and cute little animal.