Luckily, she asked.
Tang Yuchen always liked eating the dumplings she made. If she made them for him, he could probably taste that they were her cooking. Everyone's dumplings have different appearances, portions, seasonings, and so they taste different too.
She didn't know if he could tell the dumplings were hers, but she still couldn't take that risk.
An Ruo shook her head and said, "My dumplings don't taste good. I better not make them."
Han Xiaofen didn't insist either. She waved at her with a bright smile, "Then I'll go first, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Watching her light and joyful steps, An Ruo felt a bit envious of her youth. Being young is wonderful, life is filled with beauty every day.
Unfortunately, her youth was nearly over before she even had a chance to savor its brilliance.
At night, everyone returned to their bedrooms to sleep. An Ruo couldn't sleep, so she got up intending to get some milk from the kitchen.
