Wen Sheng sent Zhu Qingjia an emoticon that looked pitiful, and after a few seconds, she received two emojis of dramatic crying in return.
"Sheng sister, you're a beautiful and kind-hearted fairy, you wouldn't just stand by and watch me suffer, right?"
"My dad will probably get busy in a few days and forget about this whole thing, just help me bluff my way through it for now. Please, Sheng sister, love you!"
What followed was a series of emoticons.
Well, well, Zhu teacher is her dear bestie, this favor she must do!
After putting away her phone, Wen Sheng walked up to the counter and noticed that Jiang Ruxin had already started kneading dough.
His hands moved with skill, his expression focused, and he didn't forget to teach as he went along, "You have to control the water ratio right, poke the flour into strips, cut it into small pieces, then roll out the wrappers—come on, give it a try yourself."
