As Yi Ling looked at her empty hands, she was in a daze.
She wanted to say that she was just being polite, really. She had no intentions of inviting an outsider to eat dumplings. Any dumplings that she ate meant one lesser for her. The prawn dumpling that Huanhuan made were the best in this world.
However as she looked at Luo Lin's figure, she knew that whatever she had said couldn't be taken back. Wouldn't that be slapping her own face? In actual fact, she did want to slap herself.
"Sorry for interrupting," As Luo Lin entered, she saw Yan Huan in an apron walking out from the kitchen.
