"Ming, these are the little cookies made by Mr. Baking, they look so cute!"
The Paladin couldn't understand the aesthetic of the Flame Demon girl at all. That charcoal-like food was hardly what one could call cute.
Mr. Baking's face remained as cold as ever, but his eyebrows had softened quite a bit amidst Rufus's praise.
"It's not a little cookie, it should be called 'Literary Society Cookie'."
What kind of bizarre name is that? Ming looked at his counter, which held five small boxes, each filled with similar black cookies, identical in color and shape. Ming even suspected that this guy was just a petty swindler on gourmet street, looking to make easy money; with the prohibition on brawls, the scammers of the city had grown bolder by the day.
Ming didn't fancy such food, nor did he want these cookies to ruin his date with Rufus Flameheart.
