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Nian Yuyu hadn't had a chance to answer when Yan Qing, who had made the call, came in, his eyebrows twisted in a frown, looking quite unhappy.

"We're starting class, you two come to the front row."

Jiang Jingyun, smiling radiantly, returned a cheerful "Okay," and pulled the distracted Nian Yuyu to the front row.

Today they were learning to make dough-based dishes, including beef noodles, steamed buns, and mantous.

Nian Yuyu kneaded the dough beneath her hands, feeling for the first time that the two-hour lesson was so drawn out.

"Are you worried about something today?" Yan Qing asked quietly, having come up beside Nian Yuyu unnoticed.

There were only two students today, and the teaching assistant hadn't come, so he openly focused all his attention on Nian Yuyu.

However, she was always daydreaming and completely failed to notice.

"Ah, no." Nian Yuyu lowered her head, banged the dough in her hand, then continued kneading it with neither light nor heavy strokes.