save! What should I do if I bump into the hero’s true face at the beginning?

"What's wrong with me making it? The problem is obviously with you. Your dumpling wrappers are not made well. They are too thin and that's why they break."

People who are truly strong inside will never waste their time on themselves.

For example, Ruan Baibai.

She will just shift the blame onto some man who takes the blame.

In order to make dumplings, Yan Heng had changed out of his shirt and trousers and put on a navy blue pajamas with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, looking like a good family man.

After hearing the girl's complaints, he did not show any dissatisfaction and continued to roll the dumpling skins with his hands, just like a bullied young wife.

"No, let's switch. I think your way of rolling noodles is much easier than my way of making dumplings."

Ruan Baibai's eyes turned and her gaze finally fell on the man's hand, and she began to act in a weird way.

When Yan Heng saw someone suddenly approaching him, he took the rolling pin from his hand without saying a word. He was not angry, but took two steps back for fear of bumping into the girl.

He lowered his eyes to look at the girl's black hair, and his lips curled up in a smile full of helplessness and indulgence.

So the two of them exchanged positions, Ruan Baibai rolled the noodles and Yan Heng made dumplings.

Facts have proved that gold shines wherever it is.

It's trash that can accomplish nothing wherever it goes.

Ruan Baibai looked at the shapeless dough on the panel, then looked up to see someone's nimble fingers flipping it, and one delicate and beautiful dumpling after another was produced from his hands.

She was really broken this time.

"Leniency for confession."

"Tell me the truth, have you ever made dumplings before?"

Ruan Baibai narrowed her eyes, poked her fingers dangerously on the man's waist, and asked.

How could someone making dumplings for the first time make them so perfect? ​​Impossible, absolutely impossible!

When Yan Heng raised his eyes, he saw the girl's small face stretched out to him. The other party had no idea that there was white flour on her face. She looked like a fierce creature, but in fact she was just a dirty little kitten.

Yan Heng stretched out his hand towards the other party, and Ruan Baibai subconsciously dodged backwards, but was stopped by the other party.

"There's flour on your face."

Ruan Baibai didn't move obediently, and felt the other person's hand rubbing against her cheek a few times.

"Don't change the subject. Tell the truth. Have you ever made dumplings before?"

The careless girl who was still struggling with this problem did not notice that although the man said there was flour on her face, his outstretched hand was also covered with flour.

So, in fact, the flour on her face was not wiped off. Instead, because of the man's "kind" wiping, it became more.

Now it has really become a little cat.

"Yes, it's guaranteed."

Yan Heng looked at his work with a smile in his eyes, and indulged the girl to give the answer she wanted.

"I knew you were just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!"

"I'm angry, so you can make the remaining dumplings by yourself!"

Ruan Baibai threw the rolling pin in his hand away, turned around and ran away.

However, he was dragged back by the collar.

"Who asked you to leave?"

Yan Heng pushed the person directly onto the chair next to him and closed the sliding door of the kitchen.

"But you can do it yourself, there's no point for me to stay here."

Ruan Baibai protested.

"Who suggested making dumplings?"

Yan Heng looked at her coldly.

She's really been spoiled.

Want to quit and leave? No way. You have to stay here with him even if you can't do it.

Ruan Baibai felt that he was in the wrong, and when he heard this, he shrank back on the stool and kept silent. He had no choice but to obediently stand aside and play the role of the New Year's Eve mascot.

Ruan Baibai stared at the other person's hands out of boredom, and became so absorbed in watching them.

Yan Heng's hands are undoubtedly beautiful. As the male protagonist, his appearance is almost perfect. However, there is a deep old scar on his wrist. Ruan Baibai once asked him about it when they were honest with each other, but he didn't say anything, and she didn't bother to ask this question afterwards.

"Does it hurt?"

The girl's sudden voice startled Yan Heng, who was making dumplings, for a moment. Following her gaze, he saw the thumb-long scar on his wrist.

"It doesn't hurt."

Yan Heng spoke in a low voice, with a soothing tone in his voice.

Ruan Baibai listened to the gentle tone in her ear, and her eyes suddenly felt sore for a moment.

Obviously, he was the one who was injured and should be the one in pain, but why did he comfort himself?

"Don't worry, follow me, and I won't let you get hurt again."

Ruan Baibai blinked her eyes to hide the mist that was about to come out of her eyes, raised her little chin proudly, and spoke to Yan Heng in a domineering manner.

Yan Heng looked at her, his eyes darkening.

"Okay, then you do it."

The dumpling wrappers were all used up and Yan Heng was cutting new dough. After hearing the girl's words, he directly handed over the kitchen knife in his hand.

Ruan Baibai shut up and tactically turned his head to avoid the other person's gaze.

Emmm, I declined this one.

Yan Heng had anticipated the girl's reaction, and he just smiled softly when he saw this.

However, when he lowered his head and worked, a dark gleam flashed in his eyes.

The scar on his hand was left when he was ten years old. There was no one at home, but he was so hungry that he chose to go to the kitchen to cook for himself.

He was still young at that time and was a little clumsy when picking up the kitchen knife. However, it was his first time cooking and there was no one around him. Even though he was very careful and knew the cooking steps by heart, an accident still happened.

The oil in the pan overheated and splashed. When he tried to avoid it in a hurry, he accidentally touched a kitchen knife placed aside. The knife just grazed his wrist, and blood flowed, leaving a scar.

Just now when Ruan Baibai asked him if it hurt, Yan Heng was actually lying because he didn't remember what it felt like at that time.

He didn't remember whether he cried after being cut, nor did he remember whether he felt unbearable pain. He only remembered that he put a lot of salt in the rice he cooked for the first time, and it tasted terrible. It was so terrible that even after cooking it, he only ate one bite.

As for what she told Ruan Baibai that she knew how to make dumplings before, that was also false.

Yan Heng had never made dumplings before, and in fact, dumplings were what he hated eating the most.

Because dumplings are a symbol of reunion, and he has been alone from beginning to end, there is no so-called reunion, nor does he need the so-called reunion, so he does not like to eat dumplings and has never learned how to make dumplings.

Today is New Year's Eve. It is the first time for him to make dumplings. It is also the first time for him to make dumplings willingly, but he still doesn't like dumplings.

"Roll it over there a little more. That edge is still a little thick."

The girl, who clearly knew nothing, did not forget to express her opinions while watching the film.

Yan Heng chuckled, followed the direction of the other person's finger, and rolled the dumpling skin again where it was slightly thicker.

But he likes people who make dumplings with him.