"Young Master, do you know how to make pastries?"
"A little. I just don't know if it suits your taste."
"Then I'll try it."
As Jiu Ji spoke, she took the wooden box from Chen An. Her gaze landed on the lid of the box and she had a thought. She wanted to open the lid from afar.
However, there was no movement from the lid.
She had forgotten that she did not have a trace of spiritual power in her body.
After reacting, she couldn't wait to open the lid of the box with her hand. She looked at the colorful spirit cake inside, picked up one of the purple pieces, put it to her mouth, and bit down expectantly.
"Oh, it's so delicious!"
Jiu Ji's eyes lit up as she praised him endlessly.
Chen An smiled gently and said, "If you like it, I'll make another serving for you when I cook for my wives and daughters in the future."
"Okay, okay!"
Jiu Ji nodded as she ate the spirit cake.
