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Beating around the bush, hinting over and over again...
As Lin Ning was thinking this, she suddenly heard the ding of the oven and instinctively pulled open the oven door to grab the baking tray.
"Hey, you..." He hadn't had the chance to remind her when he saw Ningning let out a short "ah," quickly withdrawing her burned fingers and starting to tear up.
"...At least wear some oven mitts, it's not your first time cooking." Yan Yu helplessly put on the heat-resistant gloves lying nearby and took out the baking tray, "Hmm, it smells quite nice."
"Because I wanted to let you taste it quickly." Lin Ning frowned, trying to hold back her tears, and said in a wronged tone.
Yan Yu:......
Damn, what kind of mutated Ning is this, where has my proud and aloof Lin gone?
I don't want to look! Change back quickly!
Lin Ning was seen awkwardly trying to pick up an egg tart with her uninjured left hand, fumbling with the chopsticks for a long time without success.
