"Just sit there and wait for me; it'll be ready soon," Lin Miao'er turned and smiled at her as she spoke.
"Not tired," he responded indifferently, but as soon as he entered, his towering stature made the spacious kitchen seem much more crowded.
Lin Miao'er finished boiling the dumplings and carried a plate towards the dining table outside. Trying to avoid bumping into Gong Motin, she moved aside, but Gong Motin's hand caught her arm, "Let me do it."
With such close contact, a faint fragrance wafted from her body. It seemed Gong Motin hadn't come to the kitchen to work, but rather to have an encounter with her.
All three plates of dumplings were ready, and Lin Miao'er returned to the sofa to lift Yaoyao into the washroom to clean her hands.
Soon, one plate of dumplings had already been devoured by Yaoyao and Gong Motin together.