The idea was beautiful, but the execution was less than satisfactory.
When Qin Yao got up, what was on the table was neither steamed buns nor noodles.
Instead, it was a bowl of plain dough ball soup.
She took a sip, unbearably salty!
The good mood she had painstakingly gathered last night instantly shattered.
If it weren't for seeing that Da Lang Brothers and Sisters had finished their portions, Qin Yao would have definitely grabbed Liu Ji by the collar and asked him, "Do you even know how to cook?!"
Liu Ji struggled to swallow the failed dough balls he made, bowed his head, trying to convey through his pitiful demeanor that he had really tried his best.
The helpers had already arrived, so Qin Yao let him off the hook for now, greeted Uncle Jiu and the others, and started her busy day.
Perhaps trying to make up for something, Liu Ji stewed all the fish Qin Yao caught yesterday.
