Jun Shiling had never made anything with flour. Everyone could clearly feel that in the beginning, Jun Shiling did not even know how to make dough.
However, not long after, Jun Shiling seemed to have been enlightened. His movements were smooth, comparable to a professional chef.
The sunlight shone through the eaves and landed on Jun Shiling's handsome side profile. He rolled up his sleeves and focused on pinching the bun in front of him. His eyes were deep and his aura was heavy. In an instant, it made one feel that he was making a perfect piece of art.
[So handsome, so handsome, so handsome. I'm already tired of saying it.]
[I've already kicked my lazy husband out of bed. Sisters, do you think I did the right thing?]
In the attic, Xia Wanyuan had already gotten out of bed and was playing with the cat at the bottom of the stairs. Xiao Bao ran over and pointed at the child passing by the door. "Mommy, his car is so beautiful."
