Mo Heng stared blankly at the mooncake with chives and egg filling.
"This is called a mooncake!?" Zhang Gengshan exclaimed, his eyes wide.
Mo Heng cut a few more, looked at the variety of fillings that were anything but traditional for mooncakes, and couldn't help but laugh. He picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and took a bite. Only she could make such mooncakes.
"Young master..." Feng Wei frowned. Pei Qin had rejected the young master like this, and was still all lovey-dovey with Shen Songming, not taking the young master seriously. Just a few pieces of mooncake, and the young master is this happy!?
After Mo Heng finished half a mooncake, he glanced at Feng Wei, "You need to keep a good watch, I don't want to end up wearing a green hat."
Feng Wei and Zhang Gengshan's expressions stiffened. The young master is still in a good mood!?
