“Steamed dumplings.”

“It’s also delicious.”

"Hey, are you here to help, or are you here to steal something?"

Faced with Zhang Ming's "angry" questioning, Angela grabbed a steamed dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth. Her lips felt the softness of her fingertips, and Zhang Ming's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

They looked at each other, and with the slight "chichi" sound coming from the pot, the atmosphere in the kitchen seemed to heat up...

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door. Zhang Ming looked over dissatisfied and saw a group of people gathering at the door.

"You two, I've been waiting at the door for almost a minute. If you want to do something, please hurry up, or if you don't mind, can we put a bowl of something fragrant into the pot first, and then you can continue?"

Tony pointed to the porridge pot.

Zhang Ming realized that it was the smell of roasted gluten that attracted these guys.

"Come here to help quickly and prepare for dinner."
Chapter completed!