"How do you know about that?" the gentle Xi Jin asked her agitatedly. After he had returned home from his first trip to the Guiyuan Continent, he had eaten dumplings. But this wasn't common knowledge, even on on the Xuantian Continent.
"Did you eat them?" Feng Tianlan's phoenix eyes fell on Xi Jin's handsome face.
"I did." Xi Jin clenched his fist, trying to stop himself from going over to shake her by the shoulders. He swallowed his saliva in an effort to calm himself down. "How do you know about that?"
Dai'er had made those dumplings with her last bit of strength before passing away, so of course, he would have eaten them. As long as they were from Dai'er, even if she'd cooked him a rock, he would have eaten that too.
Feng Tianlan bit her lower lip, curled up the corner of her lips, then replied in a relaxed and teasing voice, "That's because my Lord is as fair as a dumpling, so I thought I'd ask if you grew up eating dumplings."
