Chengcheng secretly glanced over a few times, and when he saw the dumplings he made, he couldn't help but snicker internally.
Turns out his weren't the ugliest, huh.
Huo Jingting also didn't expect his skills to be so bad. He only knew Mo Feng wasn't much of a cook, but he never thought it'd be this bad.
He wrapped the dumplings more earnestly and deliberately placed them next to Mo Feng's to compare the two shapes, clearly showing the difference.
Gu Nanqiao watched his actions, feeling it was extremely childish.
Mo Feng, seeing how neat Huo Jingting's dumplings were, got even more anxious, sweating from effort but unable to make a decent one.
Gu Nanqiao finally couldn't stand it. She got up and moved to his side, teaching him step-by-step how to put the filling and pinch the edges properly.
Although her dumplings were just average, they were leagues better than Mo Feng's, and her teaching was attentive. Mo Feng patiently learned.
