Ethan Lu leaned against the kitchen door frame, looked at Qin Oliver Pei who was pouring flour and kneading dough, and asked him: "What's your name?"
Qin Oliver Pei lowered his head and said softly: "Oliver Pei, Qin Oliver Pei."
Thinking about inkstone.
Ethan Lu crushed and reassembled the two words in his mind, repeating them over and over again.
It sounds familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it.
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