"Four, butter, raisins, brown sugar, dates, walnut kernels, I knead, I knead..."
You little monk, I have been looking for you for five hundred years, and a generation of cute and charming little fox demons has been regarded as a perpetual motion machine by you. After five hundred years of freedom, we have now become a check-in tribe.
"What are you mumbling about?"
"Ah? No, you are hallucinating again. Then what you heard must be my voice. Look, I said that you and I were destined, you don't believe it."
"Hurry up, the dinner party starts in three hours." Shi Ren said to himself, completely ignoring Hu Xiaolan.
The people next to me all put on faces that they only wanted to eat melon. An international dessert master insisted on being a "chef" with no assistants and no salary. A third-generation chaebol who was known as the richest man in the twentieth century insisted on coming to the kitchen to "guide the work". Well... There is melon here.
Ren Juncaijie is new to the ramp, come and watch the little fox demon's story of finding and taming a husband!