Lin Xi furrowed her brows as she struggled with the dumplings in her hand; everyone else had already made three, but she hadn't managed one.
Xiaoba's method was completely cult-like.
A dozen metal blocks floated in mid-air.
The dumpling skins and fillings were sequentially placed inside, then the metal closed up and pressed hard, and a dozen smooth dumplings formed.
The edges even had decorative patterns of little flowers and grasses.
But it had to be said, from an aesthetic point of view, his dumplings were the best of everyone's.
"Conductor."
Seeing Su Huan, He Zhenzhen stood up.
Yu Yue's gaze unintentionally skimmed over Shu Wei's collar and hemline, then she gave Su Huan a gentle smile.
Xiaoba extended his flour-covered hand and shook his sleeve as a greeting.
Su Huan was slightly surprised, "You're up so early, not sleeping a bit more?"
He Zhenzhen gave an uneasy glance at the blaring sound system, her face slightly embarrassed.
