The two watched the Spring Festival Gala until past eight in the evening.
"It's about time, let's not delay eating dumplings," Li Chuhan said, standing up.
"Let's make some together."
"But it seems there's not enough time."
"No worries, it's my private jet, it's faster than the airlines."
"Okay."
Li Chuhan tidied her hair and took out some pork from the fridge.
Lin Yi took out a bowl and began kneading the dough.
One person kneaded, and the other mixed the filling; they worked in perfect harmony.
Outside, among the myriad lights, they were just one of them, no different from ordinary folks.
After kneading the dough, it needed to rest for a while. Lin Yi grabbed some flour and smeared a bit on Li Chuhan's cheek.
Then he took out his phone and snapped a picture.
"Come on, give me a smile for the camera."
Li Chuhan instinctively turned her head, and the shutter clicked, capturing her at her most natural expression.
