After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Ying Bing found someone immediately without even searching.

She came in.

"Brother Li, Miss Ying is here to see you... huh?"

Huang Donglai suddenly discovered.

Brother Li looked very serious and nervous.

And why is there a bit of sweat on Brother Li's forehead in this cold weather? Is he so hot-tempered?

"You're here." Li Mo put down the barbecue sauce.

"Why are you in the kitchen?"

"You know, I have some authority when it comes to cooking."

"But you're not fully recovered yet."

Ying Bing raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at the dumpling filling and dumpling skin beside her vaguely. There was a hint of... curiosity in her eyes?

When she came from Jiawei Restaurant, the proprietress was making dumplings for the boss.

The boss was watching from the side, and the couple looked very happy.

At that moment, Ying Bing felt a strange and bizarre emotion surging in his heart.

Is it yearning?

In short, the proprietress took her to learn a few tricks, and Fairy Han followed her silently for a while, feeling as if she had "enlightenment in Longchang".

If Li Mo knew about this, he would have to have a good talk with the boss's wife.

"Ice lumps!"

Seeing Ying Bing reaching out for the dumpling wrappers, Li Mo gritted his teeth.

Brothers, we have fought our way out with so many troops, we can’t just collapse at the celebration banquet!

"what happened?"

Bingtuozi's doubts.

"...Your outfit today looks really nice. It's not just an ordinary dress, is it?"

Li Mo looked at her seriously.

I heard that praising a girl's beauty can divert her attention.

Ying Bing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she nodded gently:

"Well, this Liuxian skirt does have some magical uses. It's quite good for practicing martial arts."

"Are you still practicing today during the holiday?"

“No.”

"??"

Li Mo coughed lightly, and noticed that her eyes began to move towards the dumpling wrappers again, and asked more seriously:

"Where do you get such nice clothes? I want to buy some to wear."

The boy's gaze was genuine and sincere, as if he had a strong interest in the same item.

“…I won’t tell you.”

Ying Bing didn't look into his eyes.

Well known.

When people are at a loss, they like to find something to do. Ying Bing learned some secrets of making dumplings.

Coincidentally, she had dumpling filling and dumpling wrappers in front of her.

Li Mo: “!???”

Staring blankly at the lump of ice he had already made, Xiao Li racked his brains but couldn't figure out what went wrong.

Kitchen defense operation failed!

Ok?

A dumpling is held in the bright palm, and it actually looks quite decent and exquisite?

Li Mo looked up and saw Ying Bing's cold and clear face. The corners of his stubborn mouth that refused to admit defeat were slightly raised.

"Is it true? Did you make it? How did you do it?"

Chef Li looked shocked.

Did Bingtuozi awaken his past life memories? Is this open?!

"It's just a few dumplings."

Ying Bing's expression was composed, cold and confident.

She casually picked up a dumpling wrapper and wrapped it in an instant, her movements were so fast that they were difficult to see with the naked eye!

She even used her true energy!

Pork and green onion dumplings, done!!

Student Li took a deep breath and retreated tactically, feeling like a villain in a novel, being severely slapped in the face by the heroine Feng Aotian.

"How about it?"

"Xiao Li, I pay my respects to you."

The sky was getting darker, but despite the dark clouds that had been overcast all day, it didn't snow.

Looking out at the snow, the white things are no longer snow, but piles of dumplings.

A row of two-person-high pots were bubbling with boiling water, and countless barbecue grills were placed on the charcoal fire.

Well, the hustle and bustle of the world is so suffocating that God can't open his eyes. No wonder it didn't snow today.

“Start cooking the dumplings!”

Qu Sheng gave an order.

Piles of white dumplings were put into the pot, and after a moment, they were shaken up by the powerful internal field, flying into the bowl and being sent to each camp one after another.

"Commander Qu, you've been busy all day, eat too."

Huang Donglai brought a bowl of soup fresh from the pot.

"Okay, let me see how this tastes."

Qu Sheng held the bowl and picked one out. His brows relaxed as he murmured: