The young woman at the front desk pointed to the QR code on the counter: "Scan here."
Yan Zimeng scanned the code with a dark expression, then paid 10,900 yuan: "Can I leave now?"
"I'll give you a receipt." The receptionist opened a drawer and took out a receipt book.
"No need," Yan Zimeng said irritably, then turned and left.
"Welcome to come again next time," the waiter greeted warmly.
Yan Zimeng couldn't help but stumble, then ran out.
The receptionist and the waiter couldn't help but exchange a glance and then laughed. Such an idiot deserved it.
Le Yao was unaware of what happened at the hotel. She had already returned to Wenyuan, changed her clothes, and went straight into the kitchen. She barely ate any of the food when it was served, and was starving.
"Young Madam, I'm here." Dema hurriedly followed her in.
"No need, you go and rest. I'll make myself something to eat." Le Yao shook her head. "I'll call you if I need anything."
Dema didn't insist and actually went to rest.
"Sister Lan, let me help you." Hao Kai also came to Wen Yuan and ran into the kitchen like a lackey. He hadn't eaten much and was hungry too. Yan Ziwei had ruined a perfectly good meal.
The daughters of the Yan family are all poisonous.
Le Yao didn't refuse. Since there was labor available, she would make hand-pulled noodles. If this guy didn't help, she would have to use dried noodles, since hand-pulled noodles require strength to knead the dough.
He took a large bowl, poured half a bowl of flour into it, cracked two eggs into it, and then added water while stirring with chopsticks. When all the flour was stuck together, he kneaded it into a dough by hand and then handed it to Hao Kai: "Knead the dough."
Everyone says that soft dough makes dumplings and firm dough makes noodles.
The dough for noodles needs to be firm, so the longer you knead it, the chewier the noodles will be.
However, kneading dough is hard work; usually, after kneading, you can't even lift your arms.
"Okay." Hao Kai rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and then started kneading the dough.
"I didn't expect you to know how to knead dough." Le Yao was a little surprised.
“My mom loved to cook. Even with rough ingredients, she could make them taste delicious. Her favorite food was noodles. I used to help her knead dough and roll out dumpling wrappers when I was little.” Hao Kai smiled. “Unfortunately, later… she passed away, and I never had the chance again.”
Le Yao stopped talking and focused on making the noodle sauce.
She knew about Hao Kai's background; he was a very tragic child.
While Nangong Jue was on the phone, he was surprised to see Le Yao start cooking. He was quite happy, but seeing Hao Kai chatting and laughing with her while they worked together, he suddenly felt a little jealous and hurriedly went in: "What can I do?"
Le Yao glanced at him: "You're dressed in a suit and tie, what do you think you can do?"
Upon hearing this, Nangong Jue hurriedly turned and left, but returned in less than five minutes, this time dressed in casual clothes: "Can you help me now?"
"Peel them." Le Yao handed him three potatoes. It seemed that both of them wanted to eat them, so she decided to make more. Anyway, she didn't have high hopes for the dinner party that night; she was just glad that it would end peacefully.
Nangong Jue has never done this before. Even when He Rong left him abroad as a child, he was taken care of by a nanny, so he really doesn't know how to peel potato slices.
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