When Xu Niannian called out like that, Wu Lan snapped back to reality and stopped staring at her eyes.
Upon seeing the golden pastries in the basket and taking a light sniff, Wu Lan thought, mmm, they seemed to smell quite nice.
"Miss, did you say I could try one?" Wu Lan asked casually.
Xu Niannian quickly replied, "Yes, of course, please have a taste."
Picking a small piece to hand to Wu Lan, who looked at it and elegantly placed it in her mouth.
Even in this era of poverty, there were still families of privilege.
Wu Lan came from such a family, where pastries, seen as a delicacy by others, were just snacks to her.
She would receive several batches a month of confections made by the most famous pastry chefs in the capital.
So, Wu Lan didn't have high expectations for Xu Niannian's pastries, she simply thought the smell was indeed good and just wanted to try something different.
