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Qin Yinian did it.

Li Xiangsi had already tasted it. There was no way she would be wrong.

In the past when they were well, he would often cook for her. He wore a uniform and apron, and when he stood in front of the stove, he did not have the slightest trace of femininity.

Qin Yinian often made fried dumplings for her to eat.

The frozen dumplings were cooked and then fried in a frying pan