"Really nothing?"
Still the same answer: "Nothing!"
Well, fine, if there's nothing, there's nothing.
The worst thing these two could do was to make a mess here, let them be, he didn't care.
The dough has finally been made, the fillings are ready, now only dumpling wrapping is left.
After moving everything to the long dining table in the outer hall, Eleven was finally allowed to come up and help. However, Grandpa Jiǔ said, if at this stage she could still make everyone have diarrhea, then her hands were carrying ultimate viruses, they were cursed and must be kept away from the kitchen in the future and she would never be allowed to do any food-related tasks!
"I'm good at wrapping dumplings! When I was in my teens, I worked in a restaurant for three months."
Gu Mengmeng said "eh" : "Did that restaurant go out of business three months later?"
