"Haha! Hahaha! Sorry, Master, it's just too funny!" Yin Xilin held her belly laughing for a long time, wiped the tears from her eyes, and said with difficulty, "Master, what exactly did you do? How did the kitchen explode all of a sudden?"
"I'm not really sure," An Yiqing awkwardly touched her nose, "I followed the method Grandma taught me, kneaded the dough, and prepared the dumpling filling. Everything was ready, but after chopping the filling, the dough somehow became incredibly hard. I had no choice but to put the dough over the fire to soften it, and then..." An Yiqing tugged at her hair in frustration; she seemed to have caused another kitchen disaster.
Yin Xilin's mouth twitched painfully; although she wasn't quite clear what had happened, considering her Master's daring method of softening dough by putting it over the fire, a kitchen explosion was definitely not shocking.
