Michelle Campbell suddenly remembered that the dumplings were still boiling and quickly looked for something to scoop them out of the pot!
...
A few minutes later, the bedroom!
Samuel Noah Jackson sat stiffly on the sofa, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
The LCD TV was playing the Spring Festival Gala, which seemed lively and bustling... everywhere was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
On the coffee table, there were steaming dumplings... and a small bowl... In the small bowl, there was a dark brown unknown liquid... Suddenly, the entire bedroom was filled with a pungent smell of vinegar...
And Michelle, was kneeling beside the coffee table, with her hands on the table, supporting her chin, staring at him with anticipation.
"This is my homemade sauce for dipping dumplings; try it and see if it's delicious!"
Sauce?
Hearing this, Samuel glanced at the liquid in the small bowl again, the disdain in his black eyes flickering... clearly not wanting to try!
