Qin Yize gave a helpless smile.
He coaxed Grandma Qin into the living room, then entered the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, glanced at Gu Qiaoqiao with amusement in his voice, "Qiaoqiao, are you still mad?"
"Stop the nonsense and help me roll out the dumpling skins." Gu Qiaoqiao commanded with a serious face.
Naturally, Qin Yize cooperatively complied, obediently helping Gu Qiaoqiao roll out the dumpling skins.
Seeing Qin Yize's demeanor, Gu Qiaoqiao curved her lips in satisfaction.
Just then, Qin Yize looked up and caught the hint of a smile that Gu Qiaoqiao hadn't managed to hide.
Qin Yize knew that Gu Qiaoqiao had almost calmed down.
Therefore, Qin Yize lifted his eyebrows slightly, rolling out the dumpling skins swiftly.
He wasn't great at wrapping dumplings.
But he was decent at rolling out the skins.
When he was at the Border City Base, he often did this with his teammates during gatherings.
He wasn't a pampered noble who never lifted a finger.
