Tessa Caldwell remained silent.
She only looked at Faye with a complicated gaze.
Faye, however, seemed quite casual, "Why are you looking at me?"
Tessa asked, "Do you remember what you said before?"
Faye didn't even think before denying, "No, I don't remember."
Tessa's eyes darted around, "You said, no matter how busy you are, you must find time to make dumplings and eat them with me."
Looking at the guy who lied without blushing, Faye mocked with a smirk, "Tessa, my chef can't make Chinese noodles, so I can't possibly like dumplings. You're lying to me."
Tessa felt guilty for a moment.
She giggled, refusing to admit, "I'm not lying, you definitely enjoy eating them and making them with me."
Faye picked up his chopsticks and poked around the dumplings in his bowl, "Your dumpling making is terrible. If we really made them often, your skills wouldn't be this bad."
As he spoke, he picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks and showed it to Tessa, "Look, the skin is broken."
