The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1170 Treat it as if you did it yourself
The venue was moved from the kitchen to the dining room.

A dozen or so people gathered together.

Mo Junting took the cake-making steps brought by Yan Zhixin, and ordered the tasks one by one.

Complicated processes are disassembled one by one, and each person is responsible for a small part.

The biggest characteristic of bodyguards is their high execution ability.

Although they have never made birthday cakes, they strictly follow the requirements of the quantity and steps, and there is no problem at all.

They are very busy.

Yan Zhixin realized that she had nothing to do, so she looked at him eagerly: "Then what should I do?"

Mo Junting's thin lips parted slightly, and he said two words: "Stay with me."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

She was a little embarrassed: "But this is my birthday present for you."

She doesn't even need to do it, so can it be regarded as a gift from her?
Mo Junting asked with a smile, "What do you want to do?"

Yan Zhixin's eyes turned.

Now they are all doing the preliminary work, and the face-to-face meeting is regarded as the mid-term work. For the time being, no one has received the task, so they said: "I'll go to the face-to-face."

Mo Junting didn't object either: "I'll be with you."

When the preparations for the meeting were completed, the two began to meet.

then……

In less than 5 minutes, Yan Zhixin regretted it.

In the past, she saw how easy it was for He Ma to knead the dough. The dough was rounded and flattened in her hands at will.

But in her hands, she couldn't rub it at all!

Hands are still tired!
Mo Junting was stronger than her, but obviously he didn't find the skill of kneading dough, kneading and kneading did not reach the standard that Mama He said.

Mo Junting suddenly said, "Inkstone paper."

Yan Zhixin was almost sweating from exhaustion, she raised her head subconsciously when she heard this: "Huh?"

Mo Junting patted the dough: "It's better for you to knead it easier."

Yan Zhixin's face turned red in an instant, she looked left and right, and seeing that everyone was busy and no one was looking at her, she stomped on him: "Everyone is here, pay attention to the influence."

Mo Junting laughed, and wiped off the powder on her face with his fingers: "Like a cat."

He didn't notice that his fingers were also stained with powder, and when he touched it, the powder on her face not only didn't decrease, but increased.

Mo Junting smiled, and simply left three horizontal strokes, and then three horizontal strokes, adding several cat whiskers to her.

After painting, I thought it was quite cute, and I stopped kneading the dough, so I took out my phone to take a picture.

Yan Zhixin didn't know what was going on, but seeing his expression, she felt that something was wrong, and she refused to let him take the picture. The two were arguing, and she was accidentally forced into a corner by him.

She exclaimed anxiously: "The noodles haven't been kneaded yet. If you make more trouble, there will be no more cakes to eat!"

Mo Junting has already taken several photos, and he accepts them as soon as they are ready: "Oh, I will continue to knead the dough."

Returning to the original place, he glanced at the bodyguards who were working.

All the preparatory work has been completed, and only the face-to-face meeting is left.

According to the progress of him and Yan Zhixin, it was really worrying.

He asked, "Which one of you will meet?"

A bodyguard came out: "I will."

The bodyguard opened a noodle shop at home, and he was very good at kneading the noodles very quickly, which was much higher than Mama He's standard.

Yan Zhixin finally came in handy, happily making cakes.

Because there are molds, making cakes is very simple.

Spread out the crust, put in the filling, wrap it up, stuff it into the mold and flatten it, and tap it lightly, and a peach cake with perfect shape and fine pattern will come out.

Yan Zhixin originally planned to be in charge of the front part, but Mo Junting directly gave her the mold: "When the cake was born from your hands, it should be considered that you made it yourself."

Well, there's nothing wrong with saying that.

(End of this chapter)