Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Chapter 273

This made Zhang Yumeng, who had just walked by, fall back again, looked at the chubby him, reached out and pinched Zhang Baobao's face vigorously, and kicked angrily: "Little guy, you have caused me a lot of trouble, It's really as annoying as Lin Weiwei and the others."

Her nails left red marks on her fair and tender face, and her round eyes were covered with mist, which was very pitiful.

"Bad auntie, go away!" Zhang Baobao couldn't stand it anymore, unwilling to bow his head, stretched out his leg and kicked it.

He touched his red face, and said angrily: "You are the most annoying person in the whole store, and you have a strange smell all over your body."

These words made Zhang Yumeng, who pays attention to her image, unable to bear it. After smelling the smell on her body, she quickly ran into the bathroom.

Zhang Baobao rubbed the side of his face in pain, flattened his small mouth in aggrieved way, and glanced at the pink mobile phone on the table next to him, it turned out that the bad aunt didn't bring a mobile phone.

An idea popped up in his little head, and he secretly moved the chair to the door.

Lin Weiwei's mind was blank, feeling a little hot, and whispered: "The hug is too tight."

"You came over in a blink of an eye. You were afraid to rush over." Ji Mingyou put down his hands, coughed awkwardly to cover up his embarrassment, and joked.

Was it because he hugged Lin Weiwei too tightly?

He pursed his lips, regret flashing across his eyes.

"I didn't, I was just taken aback." Lin Weiwei clenched his hands nervously, withdrew from his arms, and said in a daze.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was not on them, and naturally they would not notice the blush on her face.

"It was my subconscious behavior." Ji Mingyou wasn't surprised at all. Seeing her helpless look, he started to think badly, stared into her bright eyes, and spit out slowly.

His deep eyes sank, looking forward to Lin Weiwei's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Lin Weiwei was looking down at the batter on the shoes, and this sentence caused waves of waves in his heart.

Seeing that there was no more to say, she couldn't help frowning, the time between the two of them seemed to freeze.

"I'm going to get a paper towel to wipe the shoes clean, and I have to continue." She used this excuse to break the deadlock, laughed a few times casually and walked away.

She walked straight to the table, stepped on the batter again, and murmured: "What does this mean? Maybe I'm overthinking it, it's too difficult to figure out."

Ji Mingyou stared at her figure, his dark eyes flashed with confusion, and he quickly restrained his expression.

Coincidentally, this scene of him was recorded, and the director gestured to the two of them.

Many viewers of the live broadcast noticed Ji Mingyou's expression, and asked one after another: "The store manager seems to be not quite right, what happened?"

It's a pity that I didn't see it. Lin Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it turned on.

She started to clean up the mess created by Zhang Yumeng and rushed to the progress.

With a "ding", Ji Mingyou glanced at the time and said in a deep voice, "The bread is ready."

He was wearing a white shirt and an apron that would not be out of harmony, and his slightly curly hair was a little more gentle.

Lin Weiwei sat aside, propped his head, looked at the various jokes in the bullet screen, and couldn't help laughing: "Some people say you are a housewife and want to take you back."

Ji Mingyou paused, looked coldly, and said without a trace of emotion: "I don't even like it."

At this time, the barrage sounded frantically: "Then what type will the store manager like?"

"I think I already have someone I like."

"I think the store manager likes Lin Weiwei."

"So many people have asked you, please tell me." Lin Weiwei looked at the bullet screen, suddenly became concerned about this question, and asked eagerly.

She was also curious about what type Ji Mingyou would like.

Ji Mingyou met her eyes, saw the curiosity in her eyes, lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "I've said it before, you might as well come and help me if you're so leisurely."

He had already told Lin Weiwei in the pavilion.

What else does the fool ask?

"What have you already said?" Lin Weiwei ran over with a smile on his face, and planned to take out the baking tray with his gloves on, "I see you are embarrassed, I just don't ask."

Ji Mingyou's eyes flickered slightly, and the words hidden in his heart surged up again, and he opened his thin lips lightly.

"It hurts so much, it burns me to death." Lin Weiwei threw the baking tray directly on the table in pain, and the bread was shaken out.

"What's the matter, let me see." Ji Mingyou took a breath, looked over worriedly, and vowed never to confess his love unprepared again.

He took off the glove from Lin Weiwei's hand and found a small hole in it.

"Why is it broken? It feels like my hands are already half-cooked." Lin Weiwei's two fingers were red, and they still felt uncomfortable after shaking them a few times. They blew on the corners of his mouth and lamented.

She should have seen it before putting on the gloves, so bad luck.

Ji Mingyou frowned, grabbed her hand and rinsed it with cold water, and asked in a deep voice, "Is it better now?"

Seeing him take out the ice bag, Lin Weiwei shook his head hastily, indicating that there is no need to do so, and said with a smile: "It's just a little burnt, I made a fuss, you have been burned before."

There will always be times when she is not careful when making desserts, and her eyes will flash with distress.

With such skillful handling, Ji Mingyou must have been scalded.

"No." Ji Mingyou put the ice pack on it and saw her withdrawing his hands, and wrapped it in a thin towel thoughtfully.

Lin Weiwei opened his mouth wide in surprise, patted it with a smile and said, "What, how is it possible? Don't be afraid to admit it."

"Except for what I just learned, there will be measures in the future."

At this time, Zhang Yumeng cleaned up while cursing, touched her pocket, and found that she didn't bring her mobile phone.

She estimated the time, washed it briefly, undressed and walked out of the bathroom: "Really, it will definitely make Lin Weiwei look good if I go up again."

"How dare you plot against me." After turning a corner, she pushed the door and found that the outermost door was closed.

The chairs and cabinets outside the door were blocked, and with each knock on the door, it vibrated slightly.

Zhang Baobao, who was guarding the door, raised his head, walked over angrily, and said through the crack of the door: "Let you bully my aunt during the recording, and even grab my face, so you can stink in the toilet."

Hearing this childish voice, Zhang Yumeng's face gradually became ferocious. She patted the door in disbelief, leaned over and threatened, "If you don't open the door, I will punish you severely when I go out."

She was actually locked here by a child.

"Okay then, I'm so scared, I'll slowly move it away for you." Zhang Baobao fastened the lock, trembling deliberately as he spoke.

"That's about the same, hurry up!"

Zhang Baobao stuck out his tongue and sat on the chair, not intending to open the door himself, playing with his fingers boredly.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound outside. Zhang Yumeng beat on the door angrily, and roared, "Didn't you say to open the door, you little brat? Why is there no movement?"

She was scratching her hair frantically, if she didn't go out, the show would be over soon.

After he didn't want to make a fool of himself, he didn't even have the chance to explain, and he tapped on the door with tears in his eyes.

A milky voice sounded: "Wait a little longer, I will hurry up."

"are you done?"

"hold on!"