Should I Use My Tongue When Kissing?

"Lele." Zheng Ye suddenly came out of the kitchen and called to Ning Shile.

He looked a little frustrated, and a little embarrassed to ask. "Could you come help me?"

Zheng Ye had flour smeared all over his clothes and hands, as though the flour had beaten him up.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his gaze utterly serious. "This dough isn't normal."

"Oh, oh, sure." Ning Shile waved to Su Jinyu, then turned and ran over to Zheng Ye, looking up at him. "What's wrong with it?"

"It's just really strange..."

"Let me see."

The two went into the kitchen, their voices gradually fading.

Su Jinyu stared after the retreating figure for a long moment, then chuckled.

Ning Shile was actually rather interesting.

[Huh????]

[Wait, why do I feel like I'm picking up on something again???]

[Once again, I sincerely ask: is this a countryside variety show? Are we sure it isn't a dating show where six guys can pair up however they like??]

[Okay, okay, okay, you thirsty show! Trying to tempt me, are you? Just watch me binge the hell out of you!!]

Ning Shile had thought Zheng Ye called him over because he didn't know how to knead dough.

But when he walked into the kitchen and saw the dough on the board, it looked surprisingly good.

"Doesn't this look pretty good?" Ning Shile asked, puzzled.

"No, it doesn't." Zheng Ye stepped up from behind him, his brows drawn tight, apparently deeply concerned. "Look."

Then he pressed a hand into the dough on the board.

The dough was very wet, sticking to his hand as soon as he kneaded it.

"You added too much water," Ning Shile explained. "Just add a little more flour."

"I know, but that's exactly the problem." Rather than feel that