Fu Lanshen rolled up his sleeves and started to continue Mu Qingli's work, kneading the dough.
"This is how you knead dough, and by the way, eggs should be beaten and mixed with milk before adding them to the flour. Now that the dough has already taken shape, adding the eggs won't yield as good a result," he said while kneading.
The subtle atmosphere that had just been present disappeared with Fu Lanshen's words.
"Wow, seventh uncle, I didn't realize you could do this," Mu Qingli said with a laugh: "I thought you were a domineering CEO who never lifted a finger in domestic matters."
"You think I'm like you? So clumsy that you can't even knead dough, how are you going to get married in the future?" Fu Lanshen said with a tone full of disdain.
Mu Qingli reached out to smear Fu Lanshen's face, "Who says I'm clumsy? I just happen to not be good at kneading dough, it's you who's clumsy."