"!!!"
Liu Peiqiang's pupils shrank slightly, because through the door that Mo Xuan had entered through, he saw a scene that would never exist on Earth—sunshine, blue sky, and white clouds.
Just ten minutes earlier, he had come in through the same door, and the snow in Shanghai Shelter No. 3 had not yet stopped.
Upon seeing the other person's reaction, Xu Milu vaguely guessed that the other side of the door was not some peaceful, spring-filled world. Her curiosity rose up like a little insect crawling.
While she was kneading the dough, she quite directly tried to get closer to the other person:
"You came from a place also called Earth? Is it snowing there?"
Liu Peiqiang noticed the word "also," but he remained vague, seemingly unwilling to answer Xu Milu's question:
"Boss, are the pork and water chestnuts in your egg dumplings real? Not processed meat, right?"
"Of course not. Our shop is honest and fair, and we use only the best ingredients. By the way, I was just about to ask, didn't you initially plan to buy only steamed buns? Why don't you want meat steamed buns anymore?"
Xu Milu knew the other person was changing the subject, so she didn't delve deeper into it—anyway, with the coordinates, she could go to the other side of the door herself later.
As if remembering something, Liu Peiqiang's wary expression softened somewhat: "My wife is from Shanghai. She loved egg dumplings when she was little. The New Year is almost here, and I want her to taste the flavors of home—"
Xu Milu understood immediately.
This guy is here to show off his love.
She was like a dog walking peacefully on the side of the road, suddenly caught off guard by a display of affection.
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