"What's wrong, Qianqian?"
Su Yang's voice continued to sound from the other end of the phone.
Su Qianqian asked, "Does Daddy like to eat dumplings?"
"As long as it's Qianqian's dumplings, Daddy likes them."
Su Yang was not lying.
No matter how bad his daughter's food was, he would finish it with tears in his eyes.
Furthermore, with Su Qianqian's current cooking skills, the food she cooked was already at the level of a chef.
Therefore, there was nothing bad about it.
The most important thing was her sincerity.
"Okay, Daddy. I'll learn how to make dumplings. I'll make dumplings for you next time."
Su Qianqian giggled.
About two minutes later.
Su Qianqian ended the call with Su Yang.
During the Realm of Seven Fiends dungeon trial, she had already learned many dishes.
But she had never made dumplings before.
In Su Qianqian's memory, there were many types of dumplings.
