Luo Xiaoqian followed him into the kitchen, only to see Leng Zimo turning off the gas stove. Water stains were everywhere on the stove and floor, dotted sporadically with a few dumplings.
In the corner of the kitchen cabinet lay a pot lid.
Clearly, the loud noise they just heard was the sound of the pot lid falling to the floor.
"Actually, everyone has these moments, I'm no exception!" Leng Zimo said self-deprecatingly, shrugging his shoulders as he bent over to pick up the pot lid, "Looks like, your late-night snack needs a change of plans."
When she had come in earlier, he was cooking dumplings, but because of her confession, he totally forgot about it, causing the water and dumplings to overflow and knock the pot lid off.
Luo Xiaoqian looked around briefly, her gaze sweeping over the flour scattered atop the kitchen cabinets and the remaining filling on the cutting board, then falling on Leng Zimo.
