Su Yayan held the cup with the soymilk for a while, until her hands were warmed up, then she started pestering Huo Chenhuan to eat.
"Look at the egg tart! I've baked it very early in the day now, so it might be a little cold, and its tart may not be as crispy anymore."
Huo Chenhuan reached out for the delectable-looking egg tart and took a bite.
The slightly cool tart was a little chewy, the golden-colored custard was soft and fragrant, just like the person beside him.
"It's really good."
"I'm glad you liked it." Su Yayan breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around and whipped out a delicate little cake. "I wanted to draw the two of us and Dun Dun, but it was harder than I thought. I'll practice more, and when it's our wedding day, I'll make a huge cake to put as the centerpiece in the mansion hall, what do you say?"
Huo Chenhuan's eyes sparkled. "Sounds good."
