Your Highness Doubi, please take the call: Queen Momoda

Chapter 120
"Ha ha--"

Seeing Roland's dismissive expression, An Moran smiled lowly.

"You should thank me, shouldn't you?"

Because of his renunciation in the challenge, she can stand as the queen and stay in the academy.

"Thank you!! Shouldn't you be the one who told me??"

She was in the alley, helping him so much, if it weren't for her, it would be hard to say whether he is here now.

Also, he was shot in the arm. It's really hard to say who will win and who will lose in the game.

"..."

An Moran looked at her, not knowing what to say for a while, she was really a cruel woman.

Both of them fell silent, and the room became peaceful again.

After a while, the three of Lu Feifan and the others came out one after another, and a bowl of dumpling stuffing with very nice colors was placed on the table.

"A Yao, you put 3 tablespoons of refined salt into it and stir it."

An Moran glanced at the pot of dumpling stuffing on the table, also called Long Qianyao to put the seasoning.

"Brother An, it's done~~"

"Ah Yan, you take out the dough, knead it into small balls, and cut them into one centimeter wide. Extraordinary, you take that rolling pin and roll it into a thin circle."

"it is good!!"

Under An Moranran's instructions, everyone started working again.

"Roland, wrap it up! Put the stuffing in the center, just pinch it as you like."

Roland took a look at the so-called thin round dumpling wrapper that Lu Feifei made. To be honest, she really couldn't tell where it was thin and where it was round.

It was just that she had no choice but to pick up the strangely shaped dumpling wrapper, which was the first dumpling she made in her life.

Anyway, just squeeze it at will.

Finally, with everyone's efforts, the dumplings were made.

"Lu Feifan, look at you...haha!!"

Long Qianyao pointed at Lu Feifan's face, smiling happily.

It turned out that Lu Feifan rolled out the dough with a rolling pin and wiped his face with his hands. His face and hair were almost covered with white flour.

"You're not going anywhere!!"

Long Qianyao and Yin Xiyan's faces and bodies were also stained with a lot of flour, even Roland, who was carefully wrapping the dumplings, also had a lot of flour on the cuffs of his clothes.

"I suddenly feel very strange!!"

Long Qianyao stood up suddenly, staring straight at the eyes, sitting on one side of the sofa, reading a book leisurely, drinking coffee An Moran.

Everyone followed his gaze.

Everyone took a look at An Moran, and then at themselves.

yes!He said he was the one who did it, why he didn't do it from the beginning to the end, they were the ones who did it.

He was there drinking coffee leisurely in a spotless spot, and they were really disheartened, which was... too unfair.

Roland took the wet tissue on the table and wiped it on his fingers, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

An Moran, this black belly! ! !

No matter what it is, he is like a high-ranking king, even if it is cooking, he is the one who arranges it.

With a disdainful attitude, they mastered all this, and they, who are usually a group of rebellious people, agreed to do it wholeheartedly.

"Brother An, you said you did it?"

Looking at An Moran, Long Qianyao couldn't help but say it, it's so unfair.

"I said, I'll do it, but I didn't say I would do it myself!"

An Moran ignored his complaint, and continued to take a sip of the coffee on the coffee table.

(End of this chapter)