Li Xiwu looked up at Pei Jingzhou's calm face. For some reason, she found it a little funny. "You'an didn't know we would come. Also, don't be so anxious next time."
Pei Jingzhou's expression was not good when he was interrupted. At this moment, Li Xiwu handed him a candy. Pei Jingzhou lowered his eyes and looked at the candy she handed him. "Did you make it yourself?"
Li Xiwu nodded. "Snowflake pastry. I made a lot last time."
Pei Jingzhou took the snowflake pastry and saw that she was holding a sealed jar in her arms. There were only a few snowflake pastries left. "Is this all there is?"
Li Xiwu pursed her lips and smiled. "Yes."
Pei Jingzhou's face darkened. "If we don't come, this bastard will empty this place."
Li Xiwu said, "Not to that extent. Actually, there are quite a few—"
"But there's not much left," Pei Jingzhou added.
