Xia Qingqian looked at the array of pastries on the table and couldn't help but admire them. She had always thought that making pastries was a woman's job, not a man's. Each pastry was so exquisite and looked beautiful! It's really surprising that the busy man before her possessed such skillful hands!
Her gaze accidentally crossed his in the air, Xia Qingqian froze for a second, then slightly raised her lips, nodded, and quickly turned her face, listening to the conversation between the old man and Beitang Huan.
"Qian Qian, why are you not talking?" Beitang Huan picked up a piece of durian pastry and placed it on Xia Qingqian's plate, "Try it, it's delicious. Grandpa was right, this is a rare treat."
Everyone's eyes turned towards Xia Qingqian, signaling her to taste the pastry.
"Mm! Thank you." Xia Qingqian smiled and thanked them, then picked up a fork from the side, stabbed the small durian pastry, and took a small bite. Just a slight bite teased all her taste buds.
