In a corner of the West Playground, Luo Ye Xing Nong Yaoguang sat on the ground.
"Delicious, so delicious, these are the best dumplings I've ever had in my life." Xing Nong wolfed down the dumplings, extremely satisfied.
"How old are you to be talking about 'in your life'? Slow down, don't choke. You look like you came from a refugee camp." Luo Ye looked at Yaoguang: "Did she skip dinner last night and was waiting with an empty stomach?"
Yaoguang nodded, "Pretty much, she ate a little bit of food, Bai Qingchu thought she was also sick, and worried unnecessarily for a long time."
"Ah..." Xing Nong swallowed a dumpling and suddenly opened her mouth wide, her tongue rolling: "How can there be a hidden bitter gourd (secret trap) in this?"
"What did you say?" Yaoguang took a dumpling, chewed it, and mumbled: "How can you eat such delicious dumplings like that? Have you lost your sense of taste?"
