Such quick movements! Mo Mei's heart tightened, and then she turned to look at Yang Mengchen, "Ms. Yang?"
"It's nothing," Yang Mengchen shook her head, settled into the carriage, and took out a box of pastries she handed to the old man, "You should fill your stomach first." She would make pastries every other day, but she never repeated the ones made by the Shen family.
The old man opened the food box, took a piece of mung bean cake and tasted it, his eyes suddenly shining brightly, "Did the young girl make this?" Seeing Yang Mengchen nod, he took it for granted, "Make more in the future; this little bit isn't even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth." He kept eating, seeming as if he hadn't eaten for days, yet his movements were very elegant.
Yang Mengchen smiled and did not commit to anything, nor did she refuse.
