Do I Look Like a Bride

Yun Chujiu glanced at him and sang even louder. "When the brown sugar bubbles up, put the meat in, Ah..."

After repeating that a few times, Di Beiming could not stand it anymore. "Shut up! Stop singing!"

"Hmph! If you don't want to sing for me, then I'll just sing myself, okay? Not only do I know the song of braised pork, but I also know the song of dumplings with cabbage stuffing. The dumpling making song goes like this... Flour is the main ingredient, and the supplementary ingredients are the meat stuffing and cabbage..."

In order to not be brainwashed by the demonic music, Di Beiming could only say, "I'll sing for you, please stop!"

Yun Chujiu shook her head repeatedly. "Isn't your throat hurting? I don't need you, I can sing by myself. I'll be able to fall asleep as I sing! After I sing the song of dumplings, I'll sing the song of buns, and after I'm done with that, I'll sing the song of pies. I know a lot of songs!"