Seeing her distress, Mu Fei put away his folding fan and set it aside, "Don't worry, I just happen to be hungry."
Ah Jing couldn't cook or make pastries—she only learned after coming to his side.
Yet, as Mu Fei ate the pastries, his mood remained calm, and gradually, he finished a plateful of them.
Ah Jing looked at the empty plate, incredulous, "Master, don't they taste bad?"
Mu Fei patted her head, "They're not bad, don't doubt yourself."
"Master..." Ah Jing's eyes suddenly reddened, and a restrained joy emerged, "Master, you're too kind to me. These pastries... they're really not good."
If it hadn't been for an extreme hunger, she was afraid even she couldn't have finished them, but Mu Fei ate them all.
Seeing her tears, Mu Fei pulled her to his side and carefully wiped her face, "Why are you crying?"
"I'm just happy. You really are good to me, Master. I've never had anyone treat me so well before."
