"Jun Molin, start the fire," Yun Qingran said to Jun Molin, who was standing beside her.
"Hmm." Jun Molin sat down in front of the stove and started a fire.
Yun Qingran chopped the meat filling and then started making dumplings. She pondered as she made the dumplings.
I followed Yun Xiyue all night and witnessed her plotting with Nangong Xu, thus learning about their plan in advance. However, I still have no clue why my grandmother and Shuangshuang suddenly framed me.
The buns were steamed in a pot over high heat for a quarter of an hour. Yun Qingran picked one up and presented it to Jun Molin with both hands as if it were a treasure, saying, "Your Highness, the Prince of Beihan, please have one first."
Jun Molin glanced at her, then at Baozi. Baozi looked so respectable, why was she just a mirror polisher?
He took the steamed bun and took a bite.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Yun Qingran blinked and asked Jun Molin.
"It's pretty good, but it's still two miles from the filling," Jun Molin replied.
Yun Qingran quickly took a closer look, took a big bite, but hadn't even tasted the filling yet. She guessed that she hadn't put in enough filling when she was distracted.
"Sorry, sorry." Yun Qingran quickly handed Jun Molin another steamed bun.
"No need, you can eat it yourself." Jun Molin turned and left the kitchen to return to his room.
"You should have said you weren't going to eat them! You made me pack so many." Yun Qingran took a big bite of the bun in annoyance, then took two buns back to her room.
After returning to his room, washing up, and going to sleep, Jun Molin felt very frustrated. This was the first time in his life he had experienced such a stifling feeling.
Why is Yun Qingran a mirror polisher?
As for investigating the case, he didn't take it to heart at all. The culprit had already been identified, so there was no difficulty in solving it.
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