The next day.
Early in the morning.
The teahouses and wine shops were extremely noisy.
At this moment, in the teahouse's private room, a young girl was holding a piece of osmanthus cake in her hand. Her mouth was full of sticky osmanthus cake, but her beautiful curved eyes were filled with a satisfied smile.
Seeing her eating so happily, Fu qingchen's lips curled up into a faint smile, and he couldn't bear to look away from her.
brother Fu, thank you for treating me to such a delicious pastry. It's more enchanting than us. di Ling 'er swallowed the words just as they reached her mouth. She smiled, her eyes curved, smart and lovely. it's better than the ones made by my chefs, but it's a pity that there's still a long way to go compared with mother's.
"It's good that you like it,"
Fu qingchen's smile was light and gentle.
