The pot is big, so I cooked a batch of dumplings first, about seventy of them. I will cook the remaining dumplings when I come back later and store them in the space.

He left twenty for himself and put the rest in a small porcelain basin. He also took a small bamboo bowl from the space and filled it with a lot of garlic juice before walking towards Lu Yichen's house.

When Luo Qiao arrived, Lu Yichen was chopping wood in the yard. He heard footsteps and looked up to see that it was Luo Qiao.

He also knew what happened in the afternoon. He didn't expect that this little girl was so capable and did not fall for the Zhao family's scheme. Only if she could stand up on her own would she not be bullied.

Luo Qiao smiled slightly: "Brother Lu, I'll bring you dumplings."

Lu Yichen didn't expect that the little girl would actually send him dumplings, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

Luo Qiao walked into the yard and headed for the kitchen with ease, saying, "Wash your hands and stop working. Dumplings taste best when they're hot. I'll go into the kitchen and find something to serve them. I'll have to take the basin back with me."

She had lived in Lu Yichen's house for two days before, so she knew where all the things were. Lu Yichen was a very clean person and kept everything tidy.

Luo Qiao put the dumplings and garlic juice in a bowl and placed them in a basin, then placed the bamboo bowl in the porcelain basin and covered it with gauze. Lu Yichen had just finished washing his hands and came over.

Luo Qiao came out of the kitchen and saw Lu Yichen coming over: "Brother Lu, eat it while it's hot. I'll leave first."

Lu Yichen glanced at the dumplings served in the kitchen, frowned and asked, "Where did you get the white flour?"

Luo Qiao glanced outside the courtyard and whispered, "I went up the mountain this morning to pick some herbs and sent them to the Chinese medicine shop in town. I got some money and tickets, and thought that I couldn't eat dumplings with just cornmeal.

Luo Qiao didn't give Lu Yichen time to ask more questions. After she finished speaking, she ran away with the basin.

Lu Yichen sighed with some amusement. How could a grown man like him have the nerve to eat her food? But if he returned the food, it might make the little girl feel uncomfortable. So he thought about helping her chop some firewood as compensation in the future.

I picked up the chopsticks and picked up a dumpling. Hmm, it smells good. This little girl is quite good at cooking. Her skills are as good as those of the chefs in state-owned restaurants.

In her previous life, when Luo Qiao was in college, her mother bought her an apartment near the school. She didn't want any traces of outsiders in her private space, so she didn't hire a nanny.

At first, I either ate instant noodles or ordered takeout. Later, I really got tired of it, so I started to learn how to cook by watching videos on my phone. Then one day when I went home on vacation, the nanny at home had to take a leave because of something urgent.

She cooked three dishes and a soup, and when it was time to eat, her parents came back, and they ate together. Her parents had smiles all over their faces and were extremely happy. From then on, she regarded learning to cook as an important task.

Not only did she learn from the videos, she also signed up for a cooking class. Not only did she learn all eight major cuisines, she also learned Western cuisine, Chinese pastries, and Western pastries. It's a pity that no matter how well she learns,

Parents are flying back and forth in the sky every day. One word: busy, two words: too busy, three words: really busy. There are always endless meetings, endless things to discuss, endless contracts to sign, and they can't stop.

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