Sometimes, Han Bing would say that even though he had been by Feng Yan's side for so many years, he still couldn't figure out what he was thinking.
Perhaps it could be said that no one could understand Feng Yan, and no one had ever seen through him.
"Teach me how to make dumplings!"
Li beixiao washed his hands again and walked to ye qingge's side.
He touched the noodles.
"Don't mess around, the two children should be hungry!"
Because of the two of them, her progress was slow.
how am I causing trouble? I'm just feeling sorry for you and want to help you!
Li beixiao ran his fingers through ye qingge's hair as he spoke and touched her face. Her face was covered in flour.
Ye qingge glared at him and went back to making dumplings.
Li beixiao had a faint smile on his face. He was in a good mood as he looked at ye qingge's delicate face.
Ye qingge did not teach li beixiao, so he picked up a dumpling skin himself and watched ye qingge make it.
