Qin Xiangnuan's fingers paused slightly, she lowered her head, and continued to knead the dough, "Brother Jian, I can manage here. Now..." She felt it shouldn't be six o'clock yet. Should she really let him stay here? That would be quite odd, and she didn't want to disturb his rest.
"Alright then."
Jian Zhiqing didn't insist, "I'll go back then and come over again later."
"Sure," Qin Xiangnuan's smile grew wider at last, and she felt a bit more relaxed. In truth, if Jian Zhiqing stayed, she wouldn't even know how to proceed; she feared she might even burn the cakes. How long has it been? She's been kneading the dough over and over, and the cakes aren't even on the stove yet.
