Gu Changqing was not feeling well.
He started to question whether his children were his own.
What if…
Gu Changqing said in a low voice, "Did you guys run into some bad guys and hit your heads?"
Gu Ziyu shoved the steamed bread into his mouth and rushed him, "Dad, you're so imaginative. Just eat it. Come on, take a bite!"
Gu Changqing was hesitant. However, he arched his eyebrow intriguingly.
Huh?
What a pleasant aroma.
The aroma was sweet but it was subtle. It was a teasing kind of aroma.
He observed the steamed bread closely.
It was so white, round, and plump!
It was different from any steamed bread he knew of. The surface was smooth, soft, and white. It was like cotton candy. Moreover, it was perfectly round, too. The look of this steamed bread was excellent—the best he had ever seen in his four-thousand-year lifespan.
"Looks good," said Gu Changqing. He held the steamed bread in his hands.
