Mu Xingfeng raised an eyebrow and knowingly nodded; he hadn't expected making tangyuan would involve such intricacies.
"Instructor Mu, let me do it," An Ran thought that if Mu Xingfeng continued cooking, she might not get to eat at all.
However, Mu Xingfeng directly reached out and pushed her out of the kitchen: "Be good, go watch some TV for a while. Relax, I'll make sure you get to eat soon."
Seeing as he had agreed to cook, how could he let the young girl, who was injured, cook? It was just making tangyuan, and he already knew the gist of it; he didn't think he couldn't handle it.
Soon, when Mu Xingfeng once again walked towards the refrigerator, An Ran already knew the result.
"Instructor Mu, I only bought two packs of tangyuan," one with black sesame filling and one with red bean paste filling. Could it be that the red bean paste ones were also sacrificed?
