Xia Xiaoyu made a box of osmanthus cakes, and autumn was the season when the fragrance of osmanthus filled the air. Osmanthus cake was the specialty confection of the season. It was fragrant, soft, and sweet, and Tangyu had indeed never tasted such a delicious pastry before. After all, he had always been in Ghost Doctor Valley before, where osmanthus was unsuitable to grow and hence was not available. A box of osmanthus cake was quickly devoured by Tangyu, and he could not help but shake his head with a smile, thinking that Xia Xiaoyu had gotten up so early to make him a portion of season-specific cake.
The innocence of the young girl was indeed very charming and endearing.
