She had asked for pagoda flower pancakes, but it wasn't yet the season for the pagoda trees to bloom outside. Even if it was close, and you could almost smell the fragrance on the wind, you still had to wait for the blossoms to actually open.
The moment Shen Weimin heard Xu Changqing's request, he knew she'd been craving the blossoming pagoda flowers in Changqing Garden for a while. When he'd offered to make some before, she had insisted she didn't want any.
'Looks like my sweet, silly Changqing was just worried I was too tired and would have to strain myself to make the pancakes.' Shen Weimin was touched, but he also felt a pang of guilt for having been so oblivious.
After all, his Changqing absolutely loved pagoda flower pancakes. Savory, sweet—as long as it was made with pagoda flowers, she adored it. And to think he'd believed her when she said she'd gotten tired of them.
