"Eh, is it fruit candy? Not spicy strips and dried tofu?"
Seeing that Yan Yi ignored him while changing clothes, Ning Yuan picked up a bag of soft candy. The packaging instantly made him flash a grin, "She's started making candy again?"
Ning Yuan, like Yan Yi, wasn't interested in fruit candy, but he definitely had to try the candy made by Shen Mingzhu.
Simply because he felt that her candy, just like her, must be unique.
Indeed, it wasn't bad.
Chewy and elastic, with a perfect balance of sweet and sour, one could eat a piece and then crave a second without getting a sore throat.
Ning Yuan decided to skip the wine and munched on the candy while watching videotapes.
Yan Yi, now dressed in house clothes, sat on the sofa with a cup of tea, his gaze sweeping over the candy in Ning Yuan's hands before he took a sip of tea and finally spoke.
"What trouble have you caused this time?"
