By the time they returned to Dilan Moju, the sky had grown quiet, and all was still, with just a hint of a cool sea breeze.
Shu Yimo went to change into a simple loungewear set of shorts and a shirt, and by the time she came down, the man had already started to work.
"Long Chengyu, I never expected a noble young master like you to be so good at these things. A top-notch domestic man like you is really rare," she said as she walked over, leaning on the kitchen counter and watching him busily seasoning, while generously dishing out compliments.
Long Chengyu listened, glanced at her indifferently, and his deep voice carried over—
"Back in the military during the holidays, they often made these things. When the timing was right, I would give it a try too, it's not particularly technical."
As he spoke, he also passed over the prepared filling. The dumpling wrappers had been bought ready-made.
