Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

After encouraging himself, Mu Yingbao walked out confidently. There were only Yatu, Shitou and Lin Chuan in the yard, and there was no sign of that guy.

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Mu Yingbao breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the kitchen. As soon as she stepped in, she saw the person she didn't want to see was already there.

I wanted to pull my legs back, but then I thought, wouldn't that make it more obvious that I'm afraid of him?

I gritted my teeth and walked in, only to see him standing next to a bucket, fiddling with something with a thin stick.

When he took a closer look, Mu Yingbao was speechless. The bucket was filled with shrimps.

I really didn't expect that the sequelae of his convulsions would make him return to being so childish.

"Are you tired from walking around the streets?" Xue Wenyu asked with a puzzled look.

"Oh, I really don't want to move." Mu Yingbao tried to respond calmly.

Mu Yingbao wanted to see his reaction and asked for his opinion. "How about not making dumplings at noon? Or at night?"

"You, go tell the kitchen to prepare a few more delicious dishes. Prince Jie and his wife's grandfather are eating there." Xue Wenyu walked to the kitchen door and ordered Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan agreed and left. Mu Yingbao in the kitchen was still quite happy, but then she realized something was wrong.

Yes, this guy didn't count him and himself.

"It's just us two, so it shouldn't be too tiring, right?" Xue Wenyu turned around and asked proudly. Look how smart he is.

She said she was tired from walking around, and he immediately found a way to lighten her burden. She should be grateful to him for that!

Mu Yingbao looked at his expression and didn't know what to say.

He shook his head speechlessly, searched for an apron, put it on, rolled up his sleeves and started kneading the dough.

Even if he asked the chef to prepare lunch for Brother Hui and Old Man Tao, she would still pack more.

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Dumplings with pine nuts, corn and shrimp, the old man and the child have never eaten them before, how could they not come and try them? I don't think so!

"Shouldn't you make the stuffing first? Why are you kneading the dough first?" Xue Wenyu stopped teasing the shrimps and sat down at the table to kindly remind them.

According to his understanding, the filling seems to be more troublesome. Look, these shrimps must be shelled.

"The dough for making dumplings needs to be rested for a while so that the dumpling skin will be chewy." Mu Yingbao patiently explained to him.

So that's what's going on. Xue Wenyu nodded to show that he understood.

"You need to remove the shrimp shell, right? Let me help you?" Xue Wenyu said again.

She should be very happy that he, a prince, took the initiative to put down his pride and help her with work!

Mu Yingbao wanted to say no, but then he thought, if he wasn't asked to do something to keep her company, his mouth would probably not be idle.

So, I found him some tools to remove the shrimp shells.

She picked up a small long-handled knife and a pair of scissors and placed them on the table in front of him, then brought him a basin and kicked the garbage can to his feet.

Mu Yingbao now has the feeling of taking care of a child and coaxing him to stop him from making noises.

It doesn't matter how you do the job, just sit there quietly and don't make any trouble.

Mu Yingbao kneaded the dough, found a basin, covered it with water, and started to peel the corn kernels.

Xue Wenyu held a pair of small scissors in one hand and a long-handled knife in the other, wondering which one he should use. Or should he use both to peel the shrimp?

I wanted to ask her, but I was afraid she would laugh at me.

Just now, she laughed when he reminded her to prepare the filling first. Although it was not very obvious, he didn't

After hesitating for a while, he felt that it would be more appropriate to use a pair of small scissors, so he put down the long-handled knife, then looked up at Mu Yingbao who was on the chopping board. If she also looked at him, her expression would be a little strange, so he would immediately change to the long-handled knife.

But when he looked up, he saw her with her sleeves rolled up, one hand holding a cob of corn, and the other hand holding a knife like the one he had just put down, cutting the corn.

The knife looked extremely sharp, and he was just about to remind her to be careful or let her do it.

But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he held them back.

Because her movements were getting faster and faster, and the corn kernels fell into the basin.

She was so skilled, yet he was still worried that she would cut her hand? Xue Wenyu was secretly glad that he closed his mouth quickly, otherwise she would have laughed at him again.

He suddenly thought why he felt he had seen this long-handled knife somewhere before.

When she performed surgery, she used a set of instruments, some of which were very similar to these two.

Although they are not exactly the same, they look like a set at first glance. Aren't the knives used in the kitchen a kitchen knife and a boning knife?

In just a short while, she watched as the three cobs of corn were turned into bald spots by the sharp slashes of the knife in her hand.

Xue Wenyu looked down at himself and realized he hadn't peeled a single shrimp.

No, no matter how beautifully she peels corn kernels, I can't continue watching her. She will laugh at me if I don't peel even a single shrimp.

Thinking of this, he quickly rolled up his sleeves, scooped up a shrimp from the bucket, measured and studied it with scissors, and began to cut the shell.

It seems like a simple thing, but when you actually do it, you realize it is not that easy.

In order to avoid being laughed at by a woman for being useless, he began to peel the shrimps with full concentration, one, two, three..., and soon there were eight shrimps in the small bowl.

"Did you peel this?" Mu Yingbao peeled the corn kernels, walked to the table, looked at the shrimps in the small bowl, and asked with a twitch of his mouth.

Because he was too focused, Xue Wenyu didn't notice her voice until he looked up.

"What's so difficult about this thing? You'll learn it once you see it." Xue Wenyu said disapprovingly.

You can do it just by looking at it? Uncle, look at what you are peeling. You have peeled fresh live shrimps to make them look rotten and unfrozen. Aren’t you amazing?

Mu Yingbao took a deep breath, took a small chopping board and placed it on the table, searched for a chair and picked up the long-handled knife on the table, ready to peel the shrimp.

"Are you done over there? Then take a break. I can do this. It's not a very tiring job." Xue Wenyu said very considerately.

Mu Yingbao looked up at him, and it seemed that she had no choice but to speak. "Thank you, but at this rate, we won't be able to eat dumplings when the sun sets."

After saying that, without even looking at his expression, she reached out and grabbed a shrimp, placed it on the chopping board, and gently pressed it down with her fingers. With her other hand, she held the handle of the knife, cut off the shrimp tail, cut off the shrimp legs, and then made a cut along the curve of the shrimp's back. Then, she pried open the cut shrimp shell with one hand and reached in with the tip of the knife with the other hand to gently push it out, and a complete and smooth shrimp meat came out.

Mu Yingbao swiftly picked up the second one, his movements becoming faster and faster, and in a moment there were more than ten shrimps on the chopping board.

Xue Wenyu began to feel unconvinced. He stood up and took the small knife she had used to peel corn kernels. He imitated her and cut a small cut on his finger with the first knife. Blood gushed out immediately.

After saying that, without even looking at his expression, she reached out and grabbed a shrimp, placed it on the chopping board, and gently pressed it down with her fingers. With her other hand, she held the handle of the knife, cut off the shrimp tail, cut off the shrimp legs, and then made a cut along the curve of the shrimp's back. Then, she pried open the cut shrimp shell with one hand and reached in with the tip of the knife with the other hand to gently push it out, and a complete and smooth shrimp meat came out.

Mu Yingbao swiftly picked up the second one, his movements becoming faster and faster, and in a moment there were more than ten shrimps on the chopping board.

Xue Wenyu began to feel unconvinced. He stood up and took the small knife she had used to peel corn kernels. He imitated her and cut a small cut on his finger with the first knife. Blood gushed out immediately.

"Why, why are you so careless?" Mu Yingbao almost blurted out "Why are you so stupid?" But seeing that he was clenching his lips, she couldn't say it and didn't have the heart to hit him.

No matter how abnormal he was, he was still a prince after all. It was not easy for him to go to the kitchen and do things that he used to disdain to do...