Sang Zhi saw how much the other two were enjoying the pastries and took a bite himself. A faint fragrance tickled his nose. The texture was soft, chewy, and lightly sweet—it was truly delicious.
"Pretty good, right?"
"Mhm," Sang Zhi nodded.
'They're much better than the pastries in the palace.'
"Where on earth do you buy these pastries?" Qian Zhuye absolutely loved the pastries Ye Qianning brought. She always had new varieties, and the taste was incredible.
"Nianyunjian."
"Once we're on break, I'm going to Nianyunjian to buy some. They're just so good."
Ye Qianning just chuckled, nibbling on her pastry and occasionally holding a piece to Sang Zhi's lips.
Qian Zhuye, ever the glutton, would ask for a piece from time to time.
Before long, the other students in the room began to leave one by one as the sun sank behind the mountains.
