"They're just buns steamed in a small bamboo basket," Tang Huai didn't know how to explain, so she casually said.
"What's so good about buns?" Jing Lao Tai wasn't trying to disrespect Tang Huai, but she genuinely didn't like eating buns.
"They're really, really delicious," Tang Li said nervously as Jing Lao Tai dismissed the steamed buns her sister had made.
"What's really delicious?" Jing Peng, having finished his bath, came down from upstairs.
Hearing his voice, Tang Huai's heart tightened, her fingers slightly curling.
She tried hard to control her emotions, making her expression natural and calm.
"Little Baozi," Jing Min said, "Tang Huai brought them here with good intentions, why don't we give them a try?"
Her words made Tang Huai feel a bit better, and she quietly watched Jing Min.
But the corner of her eye caught Jing Peng walking over.
Jing Peng had washed his hair, and his body exuded the fresh scent of shampoo and soap.
