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Perhaps because she was in a bad mood, she and He Jianyan attempted several times, all ending in failure and restarting.
He Jianyan was also temperamental, his face stern as he said, "Can you do it? If not, we'll just eat steamed buns."
Lu Ting lowered her eyes, a picture of wronged innocence, "I'm sorry, don't be angry, I'll try harder. I'm just in a bit of pain, but rest assured, I'll persevere."
He Jianyan's expression grew worse, as Lu Ting's words would certainly draw criticism from netizens calling her heartless.
She bit her lip, smiling as she suggested, "It's okay, why don't we take a break and then continue?"
"Mm, thank you," Lu Ting said, her smile brimming with gratitude.
He Jianyan looked at Lu Ting with a queer expression, feeling she had become a bit strange lately, even more shameless than before.
Accompanied by howls of misery on the side, Qiao Yun was slicing steamed buns into pieces, while Lu Zhanxing was stacking stones to build a cooking range.
