Yang Ruxin laughed: "Gu Qingheng, I find you more and more adorable."
"Wrong choice of words." Gu Qingheng reached out and pinched Yang Ruxin's cheek.
"No arguing, the wife is always right, right or wrong."
"Alright." Gu Qingheng nodded helplessly, "The wife is always right."
Yang Ruxin then held onto Gu Qingheng's arm and shook it vigorously.
In the small kitchen, Yang Ruxin was arranged by Gu Qingheng to sit on the small stool, then he rolled up his sleeves and started kneading the dough.
Yang Ruxin nodded, seeing his posture, she knew he had really learned.
Gu Qingheng had a lot of strength, and on top of that, he used Inner Strength while kneading the dough, so soon the dough was kneaded very thoroughly, and he then rolled it into sheets and began to cut the noodles.
"One of the cooks in the military is from Jin, specializes in making noodles." Gu Qingheng chatted casually with Yang Ruxin as he worked, "I've learned from him for a few days now..."
