"Really?" Duan Rong looked at the two plates of snacks with interest. They looked decent at first glance.
Xiao Yu, who had long been a female warrior, was raised by Xiao Zongting almost like a son since he had no sons of his own. He never knew Xiao Yu could make snacks.
Zhu Xiaoqi said, "The snacks made by Miss are all here. This represents her heartfelt intentions, so make sure you finish them all."
After saying this, Zhu Xiaoqi covered her mouth with a smile, gave a quick bow, and left.
Duan Rong's expression shifted slightly. The odd look Zhu Xiaoqi gave him before leaving now seemed a bit peculiar.
However, Duan Rong was indeed a bit hungry. He sat at the table, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, and took a gentle bite.
As the pastry entered his mouth, Duan Rong's expression changed subtly.
"This is... utterly disgusting!"
