Wei ran, are you my master?

The entire studio fell into a strange silence.

The fragrance of the Lotus crisps was overflowing. There was not only the sweetness of the Lotus paste filling and the fragrance of the crisps, but also the elegant and light fragrance of the Lotus leaves ...

"I'm embarrassed by my poor craftsmanship." Shi qinglan's Red lips parted.

The girl's voice, which was like a stream of water and bluestone, broke the silence in the studio. Her lips curved slightly, and her beautiful eyes fixed on Jian shutong.

Jian shutong stared at her plate of Lotus crisps ...

Her palms were covered in cold sweat as she clutched the armrest of the chair tightly. She was a little flustered.

How could qingyue have made the Lotus pastry so perfectly!

"Teacher Jian shutong." Shi qinglan's lips suddenly parted, and the smile on her red lips deepened. I hope you will not be stingy with your teachings.

Upon hearing this, Jian shutong's fingertips grew even colder.