"Such a simple side mission and you're not doing it? Are you planning to go against the heavens?" Luo Jun's mood was sour, and his words were full of sarcasm as soon as he spoke.
"Mr. Luo, I don't feel like making dumplings," Qin Huai said. "Even though you seem pretty normal right now, with enough energy to scold me here, whenever I think about how you don't have many days left, I lose the motivation to make such complicated snacks."
"And even if I manage to finish making dumplings in the next few days, completing Zhou Hu's side mission, I wouldn't have the mood to look at his memories."
