[So handsome, I'm about to drool, Young Master has a kind of pure charm that clears the mind, but Xiao Yan is different, a mix of mature man's allure that I just can't resist.]
Xiao Yan was still asleep, but Xiao Lin's bedroom was already empty. The photographer wandered around with his camera to no avail, even suspecting that Xiao Lin had gone for a run. They searched along the village road for quite some time but found no one.
It wasn't until smoke rose from the kitchen that everyone rushed to the door to find Xiao Lin, apron tied around him, adeptly making dumplings.
Xiao Lin had rolled the dumpling wrappers himself, and the filling was obviously his own handiwork, too; they looked almost as good as those made in a restaurant.
"Xiao Lin can actually cook?" The photographer was somewhat surprised; after all, the reputation of the Xiao Family in Imperial City was well known—everyone knew that Xiao Lin grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth.
