Huo Yunjiao sat by the bed, right hand picking up a piece of black ox-tongue pastry, her left hand underneath, lifting it to Qin Ruan's mouth.
Qin Ruan had just bitten into it when her expression changed, and she spat it into the palm held under her chin.
She complained childishly, "It tastes terrible, this isn't from Guilan Square's ox-tongue pastries!"
Her expression full of deep resentment, she glared at the black ox-tongue pastry in the third master's hand.
Huo Yunjiao looked down at the pastry crumbs in her palm, her temples throbbing.
He knew Guilan Square was a little shop in West City that had been open for over twenty years. Qin Ruan loved the pastries from there, especially the shop's black ox-tongue pastries.
Currently, they were in Sea City, and the delivery from the Capital City took so long that it was nearly dawn.
Huo Yunjiao put back the barely eaten ox-tongue pastry onto the plate and cleaned his palm, wiping his hands with a napkin on the side.
