As for the temper Wu Lan threw, Jin Yu didn't care at all, not even batting an eyelid.
His mother was always all bark and no bite.
Looking at his indifferent, like a pig not fearing boiling water, Wu Lan was so angry she was almost half-dead but couldn't be bothered with him.
She took out the Liuyue Su she bought at the morning market and deliberately chewed it ostentatiously in front of him.
Having another taste, Wu Lan was still drooling over the flakiness and fragrance of the Liuyue Su.
Smelling the strong aroma, Jin Yu twitched his nose and glanced at Wu Lan.
Comrade Wu Lan was happily munching on a golden pastry.
Jin Yu sniffed, the smell wasn't bad, "Give me a piece."
"Humph, buy your own." Wu Lan rolled her eyes and ignored him.
Jin Yu walked into the kitchen and helped himself to a piece.
Wu Lan saw it but didn't say anything.
