The intensity in the eyes of the person beside him was too fierce to ignore, and Li Mochan lowered his gaze to look at the womanās smiling, blossoming face.
His voice was deep and magnetic, "Why are you staring at me?"
Ye Jiuliang responded with a mischievous smile, "Because youāre good-looking."
Noticing his slipped sleeve, Ye Jiuliang reached out to fix it for him, suddenly turning into a well-behaved child.
Li Mochan chuckled, "There are little cakes in the fridge, if youāre hungry, go grab some to tide you over."
Ye Jiuliang shook her head, "Iām not hungry."
She had some afternoon tea on the plane and didnāt feel hungry now.
Hearing footsteps, she turned her head to see the elder Mr. Li wash his hands and walk out with a rolling pin, sleeves rolled up, ready to bake.
The elder Mr. Li glanced at the large dough on the table and spoke indifferently, "Young girl, do you know how to knead dough?"
Ye Jiuliang nodded without hesitation.
It was just tearing the dough into small pieces, such a simple task.
The moment the elder Mr. Li sat down, he lifted his gaze to see the dough in Ye Jiuliangās hand and the wrinkles on his face twisted together.
"..."
How many dumpling wrappers did she intend him to roll with the piece of dough she pulled off?
A fist-sized piece of dough, who kneads dough like she does?
Li Mochan glanced at the chunk of dough in the hands of his little wolf cub, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, suppressing his laughter.
Seeing the elder Mr. Li staring at her, Ye Jiuliang asked innocently, "Is it too small?"
"..."
The elder Mr. Liās baffled expression turned into a laugh.
Tie Shan laughed out loud, "Miss Ye, itās too big. Look, about this size will do."
He then demonstrated by pinching off a small piece of dough for her.
Ye Jiuliang suddenly realized that such a small piece was enough.
While making dumplings, Ye Jiuliang tried to wrap two, but they either turned out deflated or tore.
Under the mockery of the elder Mr. Li, she decisively gave up making dumplings, and honestly helped to tear the dough instead.
Aside from Ye Jiuliang, everyone else present knew how to make dumplings quickly, and in no time, three steamer baskets were already full.
Cleaning up the mess on the table, the dining table was tidy once again.
The elder Mr. Li sipped his tea, glancing at the two chatting beside him, he spoke faintly, "Are you two going to stay here tonight or go back to Mo Garden?"
By saying "you two" instead of "you," it was clear the elder considered Ye Jiuliang as part of the family already.
Li Mochan said, "Weāll stay here."
Hearing this, the elder Mr. Liās face warmed slightly, barely satisfied.
**
The opera music abruptly stopped, and the atmosphere in the courtyard dropped to freezing.
Immediately after, performers in opera costumes scrambled to flee the courtyard.
After a while, a hoarse voice broke the silence, "Youāre saying Los Island has been destroyed, and all those Dead Warriors perished?"
Qia Mian knelt on the ground, head slightly lowered, "People from the Dark Hall suddenly invaded the island, and they also used a special kind of powder, our men were all affected."
"How did people from the Dark Hall find that place? Who leaked the information?" Mr. Mo banged on the table and rose, his expression unreadable.
"We donāt know that, and moreover..." Qia Mian began to stammer towards the end.
Mr. Mo furiously demanded, "And what?"
"It is said that Li Mochanās men even set off firecrackers on the island," Qia Mian said through gritted teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging with angerāit was just too much to bear.
At these words, Mr. Moās face darkened abruptly.
So many Dead Warriors, just like that, completely wiped out.
Li Mochan!
...
Perhaps due to jet lag, Jiang Yisheng slept very deeply.