By high noon, the sweet osmanthus cake was out of the oven, and its fragrance wafted from the kitchen from afar.
After washing her hands, Hua Yan pinched a small piece and placed it into Yun Chi's mouth, asking with a smile, "Try it, how does it taste?"
Yun Chi swallowed the small piece of sweet osmanthus cake and at the same time, lightly nipped Hua Yan's finger, his eyes brimming with laughter. He looked at her face, slightly reddened from the bustle and fine sweat, and with a voice deep and suggestive said, "Hmm, it tastes excellent."
Blushing, Hua Yan glared at him, "I'm asking about the sweet osmanthus cake."
Yun Chi nodded earnestly, "That's exactly what I'm talking about."
Hua Yan turned away, her face flushed, and teased him, "I think that's not what you're referring to at all." After speaking, she pinched a small piece for herself, tossed it into her mouth, chewed it, and commented, "Not bad, but not as good as Qiuyue's."
