Was that dumplings?
Ye Jin's nose perked up, but her eyes were still shut, asleep.
She sniffed a few more times.
It was dumplings!!!
She jerked up, blinking her eyes a few times. She could never mistake the smell of dumplings, but that was weird.
Ever since she arrived in this world, the only thing she had always woken up to was the smell of warmed-up buns. So, for her to smell the perfect filling of dumplings…
She could smell the perfectly sliced onions, garlic, ginger, diced carrots, and the pork—everything.
She hurriedly jumped down from her bed and made her way to the kitchen.
As she entered, she stopped in her tracks, quite surprised by the sight before her.
Ye Ruan stood at the entrance, his arms crossed, a surprised look etched on his face. Su Hao was also there, leaning on Ye Ruan, equally surprised as she quietly watched Xi Ming carefully wrap the filling in the thin sheet of dough and carefully place it in the boiling pot of water.
