"Nan Ge..." Cheng Xining wanted to act spoiled, but a glare from He Nan immediately made her behave, "If they're dumplings I made myself, I'll just eat them myself. I don't even long for dumplings made by others. Even my parents haven't had the ones I've made, let alone anyone else."
Her words were clearly meant for Shen Mianmian, who once again felt like an innocent bystander getting shot.
Shen Mianmian pretended not to understand her implication and carried the dumplings into the kitchen. It was already eleven in the morning. He Nan had tidied up the dining table and then went to the kitchen to cook. Shen Mianmian had planned to go help, but Cheng Xining called her out.
"A kitchen that size can't fit so many people. Go play outside, I'll help Nan Ge."
It was not easy to get the chance to be close to He Nan, even if she found the kitchen fumes intense and had always disliked going into the kitchen, at this moment, she found it exceptionally wonderful.
Shen Mianmian: "..."
