Fang Qinglan instructed her eldest daughter-in-law, "Take a couple of these to your father while they're still warm. He was just talking about them; he's dying to try some!"
"Yes, I'll go right now."
Ai Wenli turned to leave, but Lin Aizhen called out to her with a smile, "Child, did Manman make these cakes? They're absolutely delicious! Manman's grandfather and I just love this kind of sweet. As it happens, we didn't have breakfast this morning. I'll have another piece!"
Ai Wenli paused for a moment, then said tactfully, "These pastries are quite good, but are you sure you want more? It'll be time for lunch soon."
Lin Aizhen: "..."
Wu Xiaowen: "..."
'My face feels so hot. Mother is being so strange today,' Wu Xiaowen thought. 'Isn't she just making a fool of herself in front of Ai Wenli?'
