"I'm going to take a shower," Ya Shitian coolly left a sentence, "Make breakfast and wait for me." Then he headed upstairs.
Ye Anqi had no choice but to make breakfast.
She specifically made dumplings, and when Ya Shitian came down, the steaming hot dumplings were ready.
Since Ye Anqi loved dumplings, he had grown to love them too.
But after eating one, Ya Shitian frowned.
Ye Anqi glanced at him, pretending as if nothing was wrong.
Ya Shitian reluctantly swallowed the dumpling, eyeing her sideways, "How much ginger did you put in?"
Ye Anqi corrected him, "It's not ginger, it's old ginger."
"How much?"
"Not much, just three pieces."
Ya Shitian suddenly picked up one of her dumplings and ate it.
Turns out there wasn't a single piece of old ginger in her dumpling filling.
There seemed to be more than twenty dumplings in Ya Shitian's bowl.
He looked at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "All three pieces of old ginger couldn't possibly be in mine, could they?"
