Qing Deng is Awesome! But Why Do I Still Have to Rely on Myself in the End?

"Pour in the water."

"Don't rush. Pour it in slowly in circles, and try to distribute it evenly."

"Alright, you can start mixing the dough—hey, slower. Stir it over and over clockwise. Don't rush!"

Mixing the dough.

Kneading the dough.

Adding flour.

Pouring in more water.

Kneading again.

Even with a pretty young woman by his side, smiling like a flower and smelling sweet, patiently correcting him for a full hour without the slightest hint of impatience, Shen Le still felt like he was about to explode.

It was useless even with a physique strengthened N times by the Copper Fragment. Useless even with sufficiently powerful mental strength. Useless even when he activated Talismans to push his control to the limit.

The dough beneath his hands was either so wet that it stuck to his hands, or so dry that flour scattered all over the floor.

After all that struggling, the dry dough Shen Le had managed to make on his own was not even as good as what an experienced housewife could produce.

"...How about I knead some dough for you first?"

The sun crept across the sky minute by minute, and eventually it was time for Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant to begin work and prepare ingredients for business.

Xiao Yu glanced at the sky outside, looking a little anxious.

"I'll knead a few batches with different moisture levels, and you can try them first? If you still need more later, I'll come help again?"

Shen Le helplessly let her leave. Then he dug out the battered ancient paintings he had bought last time, pinched off several lumps of dough, and rolled them over the paintings one by one.

After rolling one over a painting, he picked it up for a careful look, then placed the cleaned painting beneath the