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Chapter 440: She was pressed there! 4

    <h4>Chapter 440: Chapter 440: She was pressed there! 4</h4><h4></h4>


    The cleaningdy turned around and saw her, nodding her head, "Mm, the third young master said he wanted to have breakfast at home this morning, so he bought some things on his way here. What would you like to eat, miss?"


    So it was that man who had asked her to buy them.


    Ye Ning looked at the various fresh ingredients on the stove, and her mood suddenly became very good, "I’m not picky, so let me help you."


    "You help me? Is that really okay?"


    "It’s fine. I’m not very good at cooking, and this is a good opportunity for you to teach me."


    Ye Ning indeed wasn’t much of a cook. At the orphanage, she didn’t have the chance to cook, and when she entered the Ou Family, her duties didn’t involve cooking. Later on, after meeting Lin Yebai, since his culinary skills were already peak level, she never needed to lift a finger.


    Therefore, having lived for so many years, if she had to admit something she wasn’t good at, it would be cooking.


    The cleaningdy eventually agreed, and after Ye Ning tidied up in her room, she came to the kitchen to help.


    When Ou Mucen came out of the bedroom after changing his clothes, what he saw was a scene like this...


    In the living room, a chubby child was crawling all over the floor, looking for his toys, fiddling with his models, and in the kitchen, amidst the floating smoke and mist, a woman wearing his T-shirt, with her hair tied up high, revealing a fair neck and slender legs, stood there with her back to him, following the cleaningdy as she learned how to make soup.


    "The water is boiling now, should I add it in?"


    "Yes, but don’t pour it all in at once, add it slowly."


    "Alright, I’ll remember that..."


    It was a scene he had never seen before: a child, a woman, a house filled with the scent of food...


    He suddenly recalled what his mother had said during her previous visit, about how his ce was too deste.


    She said, "This ce of yours, without cooking or lighting a fire, not even a cup of hot water unless it’s done by a cold, soulless machine, makes the roomck any trace of life, it doesn’t feel like a ce where people live."


    He used to scoff at those words, but now, looking at this scene, he suddenly seemed to understand what she meant.


    Yes, this scene did seem to have a lot more life, a lot warmer too, and even his heart felt as if something had filled it up.


    "Uncle, are you out yet? Can you help me look at this? Why can’t I fit it together?"


    As he was lost in thought, the milky voice suddenly rang out from the living room, and when he looked down, he realized that the round Little Baozi had alreadye to his feet.


    Seeing this, his eyes softened, and he bent down to pick him up, "Can’t fit it together? Come on, over there, uncle will teach you."


    "Okay!"


    Little Baozi was delighted and followed his uncle over to the desk area.


    Thus, on this morning, this apartment that had been quiet for many years finally experienced the liveliest morning in its history. The morning light was brilliant and the time was beautiful, to the point it was almost dazzling.


    Half an hourter, breakfast was finally ready, and Ye Ning and the cleaningdy brought it over, "Breakfast is ready, we made wontons and ss noodles this morning,e and eat."


    Ye Xiaobao immediately lit up when he heard, "Wontons? Uncle, shall we go have breakfast?"


    Ou Mucen nodded and let him go...


    What are wontons?


    Following them to the table, he saw that in the few small bowls ced there, there were these little things being cooked in soup with some chopped green onions sprinkled on top. They smelled quite nice, but their appearance made him screw up his face a bit.
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