After spending an hour, the delicate and small dumplings were finally hand-wrapped, with a few odd-shaped ones mixed in…
"Buns?" Huaiyi lifted one up for a closer look, raising an eyebrow in question.
Yanchuan snatched it away and pinched it repeatedly to fix its shape, his gaze evasive: "…Dumplings."
Huaiyi suppressed a laugh, turned on the stove to boil water, and touched each of Yanchuan's dumplings: "I'll take care of all yours."
As he said that, the ringtone of the Apple phone rang; it was from Yanchuan's phone. Huaiyi understood and washed his hands to prepare to answer it, only to hear Yanchuan suddenly say flatly: "It's my mom."
Huaiyi was instantly… frozen.
The mom of the dream guy…
The speakerphone was turned on, and Huaiyi swallowed: "Hi, Mom… Mommy… Mom…"
Yanchuan: "..."
Mrs. Xiang laughed: "Qi Chen, what's wrong?"
Huaiyi: "Nothing…"
Mrs. Xiang: "It's Mid-Autumn Festival today, where are you celebrating it?"
