At this moment, she couldn’t afford to be embarrassed, so she reached out and pulled the underwear from the man’s hand, then stuffed it haphazardly back into the suitcase.
Shang Tao, that Little Witch, she’s going to give her a good lesson online later...
The suitcase was broken and couldn’t be dragged, so she had to hold it awkwardly in her arms while walking towards the apartment, complaining inwardly about the man following her, who really didn’t offer to help...
What a jerk!
When Song Song opened the door, she was greeted by a room filled with a tantalizing fragrance, a familiar scent that felt like home.
She quickly dragged the suitcase into the bedroom and then headed to the kitchen door.
She saw Sister-in-law Zhou, fully armed, busy in the kitchen, occasionally glancing at the wall clock, looking as though she was racing against time.
Song Song rolled up her sleeves and walked in, standing beside Sister-in-law Zhou, sweetly asking, "Sister-in-law Zhou, need any help?"
Sister-in-law Zhou was in the middle of preparing Baozi, not even looking up, "Young Madam, you can’t help with this, you’d better head out, don’t make a mess here. The Young Master will come to get the Baozi soon, and I’m running out of time. Also, today’s lesson we’ll move to tomorrow together."
Girls these days, don’t even mention making Baozi, they can’t even cook for themselves, offering help is just a courtesy and not really meant.
"...Sister-in-law Zhou, he’s already here, he’s in the living room right now." Song Song said, slightly embarrassed, and then added, "It’s okay, if you’re really running out of time, I can help. Trust me, I’m fast at making Baozi, and they look alright."
Sister-in-law Zhou turned to look at the girl beside her, seeing a confidence emitting from her face alongside the collagen, then glanced through the glass window toward the living room, indeed seeing someone sitting on the couch reading a newspaper.
"Young Madam, you... really know how to make Baozi?" Sister-in-law Zhou was still a bit skeptical, but clearly she had no choice, "These Baozi are for the Young Master to give to Bao Bei to eat, Bao Bei’s taste is as picky as the Young Master’s, only eats Baozi I make, so... are you sure you can do it?"
"Oh, so it’s for Bao Bei." Song Song nodded with a bright smile, "I can’t guarantee, let’s give it a try!"
At least so far, no one has vomited from eating what she made.
Sister-in-law Zhou was anxious; she couldn’t let the Young Master wait there forever!
Oh! It’s all her fault for losing track of time while playing mahjong...
Sister-in-law Zhou said helplessly, "Alright, then let’s do it together!"
Song Song nodded with a smile, she reached out to wash her hands under the faucet, then began kneading dough, rolling wrappers, etc...
A series of actions left Sister-in-law Zhou stunned at the girl’s proficient skills, as if she were a professional chef.
Isn’t she a teacher? How come she’s so skilled at making Baozi?
The most amazing thing is the girl’s radiant smile while making Baozi, as if the whole world were in her skillful hands.
Song Song suggested while working, "Bao Bei is still a kid, Sister-in-law Zhou, let’s make rabbit-shaped and duck-shaped Baozi, shall we?"
"Uh... I can’t." Sister-in-law Zhou was instantly at a loss, "I only know the most basic ones."
"Oh, that’s okay, I’ll handle the shapes..."
"Alright, alright."
Half an hour later, the Baozi were placed in the steamer, and Song Song clapped her hands joyfully, "Well done, hope Bao Bei will like them."
"Young Madam..." Sister-in-law Zhou hadn’t recovered from her shock, "Who taught you all this?"
Song Song smiled slightly, "My mother did."
As she finished speaking and turned around, she saw the man who had been sitting in the living room, now standing with arms crossed at the kitchen door, his deep eyes magnetically fixed on her...