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Xueli poured the differently colored diluted fruit juices into separate small basins, and then began to knead the dough.
Cassie and the Qi Lei couple watched and learned earnestly by the side.
Cassie's phone buzzed.
He quickly wiped his hands clean and checked the text message: "3 p.m., at the old villa, you bring Qiao Yi, I'll bring your parents, we'll make the exchange."
Cassie's heart skipped a beat!
He took a deep breath, glanced at the time—it was half-past one in the afternoon.
Without showing any sign, he slipped the phone back into his pants pocket.
McDull exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, it's just orange noodles!"
Xiaoruan laughed, "That's because it's got carrot juice in it!"
George said, "I want to make my purple dough into little buns!"
Qiao Yi stretched out her flour-covered small hand towards McDull, pleading in a soft voice, "Brother~ Brother~ My hands~"
McDull looked at her and said in Italian, "We'll wash them together in a bit!"
