Bai Liyue, "…"
Was he treating her like a one-year-old?
Feng Shengxuan looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction and said contentedly, "Eat."
Bai Liyue wanted to take off the embarrassing bib, but after thinking about how the soup might leak out again later, she decided to live with it.
In the end, Feng Shengxuan could not help but pick up the fried bun with starch jelly. He wanted to see if the crispy skin was as good as Chi Zeyao's pancakes.
With one bite, the starch jelly was swallowed down.
The starchy jelly was surprisingly smooth and refreshing. As soon as it entered his mouth, it slipped down his throat. Coupled with the slightly spicy but extremely fragrant soup and the crispy skin of the helmet, it made Feng Shengxuan's pupils shrink.
'I really didn't expect to be able to eat such delicious food here in the Emperor District.'
