Shen Jiao shoved Liang Heng into a corner and handed the tyrant the dumplings she had wrapped: "Here you go."
Ji Yan turned her head away and snorted coldly: "I don't care, I don't want it."
Unless, Jiaojiao asks me one more time!
Shen Jiao laughed and said, "Why are you angry with Xiao Liang? You have someone to help you wrap it. It's okay if you don't know how. He's all alone and can only try on his own. Hurry up and take this. It was wrapped especially for you."
Liang Heng: "..."
strangeness.
His dumplings weren't cracked, but I always felt like there was a crack somewhere.
"Let me make this clear first, it's not that I can't make them, I just want to eat the dumplings you made." Ji Yan's not-so-pleasant expression finally softened, and a smug smile appeared on her face.
He took the dumplings, and while Shen Jiao and Wang Fu were chatting, he walked to the table, slowly squatted down, and handed the one in his palm to Liang Heng: "Mine."
Liang Heng: "..."
A sword pierced his chest.
Ji Yan raised an eyebrow: "Jiaojiao specially wrapped it for me, you didn't."
Liang Heng: "..."
He was struck twice in the chest with a thud.
After thinking for a moment, Ji Yan added, "Jiao Jiao said that only those who are alone need to work hard, not me."
Liang Heng: "..."
He was struck in the chest by three swords.
Damn it, it seems there's no room for him under the table either!
Outside the imperial kitchen, the chubby Wang Fu smiled shyly: "Your Majesty, it's the New Year, don't you think this old servant should also make some changes?"
Shen Jiao nodded: "Don't worry, Eunuch Wang, your new clothes are kept at Xi'an's place. Just go find her."
"That's not what I meant."
"What does that mean?"
Wang Fu smoothed his gray hair, looking even more embarrassed: "What this old servant meant was that I wanted to dye this thing red."
Shen Jiao: "..."
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