"Let's try it first. " Song Ming didn't feel like arguing with Zhou Shijie about this. Instead, he shifted his attention to the Begonia crisp in his hand.
This Begonia crisp was, in fact, a classic dessert in su-style pastry as Song Ming said. It was crispy on the outside and wrapped in Lotus-flavored stuffing.
At first glance, the piece in Song Ming's hand looked like a real Begonia flower. The red flower was charming and charming. The flower was like a brocade. When it hung on the branch, the crystal green leaves reflected the flower, making it look fresh, graceful and playful. If it wasn't for the slight sensitivity to pastries, Song Ming would have been fooled.
Even though he was holding it in his hand, Song Ming felt that this Begonia crisp was too real, not like a crisp but like a flower.
Song Ming took a small flower in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while before stuffing it into his mouth.
