She gave Yuanyuan a call, asking her to bring over some ingredients. Then, after seriously watching a lot of videos, she put on an apron, ready to make tangyuan.
Pei Yan walked over from the living room in slippers, "What are you fussing about?"
Qin Yun looked back at him, her nose and face covered in flour, innocently saying, "I want to make some tangyuan to eat."
Pei Yan squinted his eyes and laughed. He reached up to wipe off the flour from Qin Yun's face, "Need any help?"
"Yes, you can knead the dough. I've already added flour and water many times. Clearly, I followed the proportions in the video, but the result is just not the same—it's either too runny or too dry."
Qin Yun was also quite desperate; she thought she was being self-sufficient, but the reality was completely different.
Pei Yan couldn't help but laugh aloud.
His unserious attitude made Qin Yun narrow her eyes dangerously, threatening, "Are you laughing at me?"
