Just as she was about to make the oil skin, her wrist was suddenly pulled by a big hand.
She turned her head and asked, "What are you doing?"
Sheng Junlie held her left ring finger and wrapped the thin noodle-like dough around it twice, twisted it like a twisted doughnut, and finally twisted it into a flower.
Ye Ling was stunned. "What is this?"
Sheng Junlie looked at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile. "Don't you recognize it?"
Ye Ling pursed her lips, her eyes getting a little teary. Of course she recognized what it was, but she didn't understand the meaning behind his actions.
