Yuan Yunzhong walked the length of the gallery and turned back to Yinyu Hall.
The servant boy following him couldn't stop wondering.
If Young Master Yuan neither sought out Miss Song nor admired the scenery, then what was the purpose of going out?
He scratched his head, coming face to face with Liu Zi and Young Master Shao.
Shao Qing raised the oil-paper wrapped package in his hand and said, "I heard these pastries were called Candlewick Cakes, and I thought they'd be as fine as beef slivers in lantern shadow, thin like wick grass. Turns out they taste just like the ones from Zhou Ji's Cloud Cake."
He shook his head, clearly disappointed and feeling duped.
Yuan Yunzhong didn't even give him a glance and walked straight into the room, getting changed with the help of the servant boy.
Leaning against the door, Shao Qing, with a piece of Candlewick Cake in his mouth, said, "Where have you been this time? I turn around, and you've changed your clothes three times."
