Baili Xia felt relieved, initially thinking she had upset Uncle somehow, but it turned out to be because of this.
Leaving for a while is unacceptable, why does it feel like a child looking for their mother?
... Ugh, what was she even thinking? How could she compare Uncle to a child lacking a sense of security?
"I'll start preparing now, then fry later."
Having said that, she turned around and walked to the side, arranging the washed vegetables and cutting them piece by piece.
However, it seemed Mu Xiaojiu's movements had already stopped.
He had been watching Baili Xia out of the corner of his eye, occasionally moving his hands.
By the time Baili Xia finished her tasks and returned, he had barely wrapped three dumplings.
Furthermore, these three dumplings were of the same standard as his first attempt.
Although Xiaoxiao and Zimo saw this, they dared not remind him of anything.
Baili Xia looked at his handiwork, utterly speechless.
