Jiang Ning looked up at him.
The young man's eyes were a bit red.
Jiang Ning secretly sighed in her heart.
The original host and He Tang were childhood friends, two innocent little ones. Maybe they admired each other when they grew up, and maybe they even made vows of eternal love.
But, she is not the original host.
She can't remember any of their past interactions, and it's difficult for her to respond to his deep feelings.
Seeing him teary-eyed, Jiang Ning said, "Buying pastries is always best when you do it yourself. Xiaoman, your lady is hungry and wants to eat osmanthus cake."
Xiaoman had been following behind. Hearing this, she immediately stepped forward, bang, and stood in front of the osmanthus cake stall, slapping a copper coin in front of the owner: "Give me two!"
The owner glanced over a few times, obediently gave the osmanthus cake to Xiaoman.
Xiaoman held the osmanthus cake and returned as if she had accomplished a great feat: "My lady."
