C550 Little Cold Painting

"Are the dumplings ready?"

"Hungry? "It's going to be ready soon." Ji Qiyue said as she gently stirred the white dough in the pot with a wooden spoon.

Gu Zhen rubbed Ji Qiyue's shoulder and said in a low voice, "It's not good this time. It will be even better next time."

Ji Qiyue smiled and comforted him, "That won't happen. You and Leng are very good. At least you are still fine