Looking down at the front, the imaginary little boy with blond hair and red eyes did not appear, but was replaced by Mi Yun, who was a little shorter than Qian Linjue.

At the door of the dormitory, Mi Yun looked up at Qian Nawei, and a stunning brilliance flashed in the depths of her eyes.

Seeing Qian Nawei looking down, his face turned red and he hurriedly lowered his head.

Mi Yun?

Why did this guy come to my dormitory so early in the morning to block the door?

Did you come to me?

Qian Nawei frowned slightly, and was about to ask, Mi Yun gathered in front of her with two steamers in both hands.

He raised his head and looked at Qian Nawei with a hopeful gaze.

"Naphthalene Rose, this is ......"

Halfway through speaking, he closed his eyes nervously.

"This is the crab roe soup bun I made myself, please taste it!"

Well?

Specially made for me?

Qian Nawei was a little surprised, but her face was a little impatient.

Thinking of the fried chicken nuggets made by Mi Yun yesterday, she was not in a good mood.

She changed her face and barely squeezed out a polite smile, and there was a faint coldness between her words.

"No need, I'll just go out to eat, and you should keep this for yourself."

In front of Qian Na Wei, Mi Yun didn't know if he didn't hear the rejection in the words or didn't die until Huang He's heart didn't die, he still held the steamer and looked at Qian Na Wei longingly.

"Please, Naphthalene Rose, just taste it."

Mi Yun said, taking the initiative to open the lid.

Hot steam comes out of the open steamer, carrying a rich aroma.

Qiannawei sniffed.

Hey, it smells so good!

Is it this bun?

She suddenly became interested, waved her hand to scatter the steam, and looked at the steamer in Mi Yun's hand.

On top of the steamer, a large soup bag with a diameter of more than three inches is placed on a white cloth.

The soup wrapper is thin, white as fine porcelain, and has a sense of transparency.

There are 32 crepe pleats pinched by Seiko above, which are so uniform that they are not good, gently shake the steamer, and the soup bag can also shake slightly, and you can see from the appearance that the soup inside is full and the filling is sufficient.

It's amazing!

Qian Nawei was amazed in her heart, and her gaze moved up again, only then did she notice Mi Yun's face.

At this time, Mi Yun's face was not so red, and she seemed to be a little used to it.

His eyes were the same as usual, still so big, but there were obvious dark circles around them, and there were a lot of yellow gopecule at the corners of his eyes.

Did he stay up late?

Just to make this soup dumpling?

Qian Nawei immediately guessed a rough idea.

Saying thank you a little apologetically, Qian Nawei bowed slightly with the hem of her skirt, and solemnly took the steamer in Mi Yun's hand.

Closing the door and walking back to the dormitory, Qiannawei put the steamer on the stool in front of the bed.

Finding a pair of chopsticks and a large white porcelain bowl, she decided to try the soup dumplings that Mi Yun had stayed up all night making.

When the chopsticks are lifted, the soup bag hangs like a lantern, and is put back into the steamer, and from above, it looks like a blooming white chrysanthemum, which is vivid.

"Open the window first, then drink the soup, swallow it in one gulp, full of flavor."

After saying a word to herself, Qian Nawei lifted the soup bag and gently bit it on the folds.

The dough of the soup dumplings is strong, with some toughness, and the delicate and soft little tongue touches the soup.

"Wow, it's hot!" Qian Nawei quickly looked up.

The soup bag didn't catch it, it fell into the white porcelain bowl, and the hot soup splashed on her face, and one drop almost splashed her eyes.

Qian Nawei closed her eyes, and blew a few breaths, until the soup in her mouth cooled slightly, and then swallowed it into her stomach.