Gu Yanjing took off his jacket, wearing only a white shirt.
The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his elbows, looking...extremely clumsy as he rolled the dough.
His physique was tall and graceful.
With a slight exertion, the power of his arms was evident.
Qiao Yuxian pointed her phone at him, recording from top to bottom.
Her heart was delighted and felt a bit heated.
She thought Mr. Gu was like a cold beauty in the kitchen, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with an ethereal temperament and perfect body proportion.
"No wonder you're Mr. Gu, even rolling dough looks so beautiful."
She praised him mindlessly, and just as she finished speaking, the dumpling skin in Gu Yanjing's hand split in two.
Yuan Wei snickered.
Gu Yanjing glanced at him.
Yuan Wei lowered his gaze, wrapping air in the dumpling skin, slowly pinching it without looking at him.
