Sang Zhi saw that the two of them were eating delicious food. He opened his mouth and took a bite. The tip of his nose was surrounded by a faint aroma. The taste was soft, glutinous and slightly sweet. It was really delicious.
"Not bad right."
"Yeah." Sang Zhi nodded.
Much more delicious than the pastries in the palace.
"Where did you buy this pastry?" Qian Zhuye likes to eat the pastries brought by Ye Qianning. There are new ones every day, and the taste is also outstanding.
"Nian Yunjian."
"When Xiu Mu goes back, I'll go to Nianyunjian and buy some. It's so delicious."
Ye Qianning just chuckled and ate the cakes in small bites, occasionally offering a piece to Sang Zhi's mouth.
Qian Zhuye is a greedy person and wants a piece from time to time.
Not long after, the students in the room went back one after another, and the sun set over the mountain.
Ye Qianning fell asleep, yawned and opened her eyes. The little old-fashioned man was still writing very seriously. The fonts on the rice paper placed next to him were neat.
She stared at the villain, the setting sun reflected on his cheeks, his fair cheeks were slightly red, and the already good-looking person now looked a bit like an immortal.
Surrounded by blessings, it is a pleasure to look at.
"It's so late." Qian Zhuye also slept, and when he got up, he lazily stretched his arms.
Ye Qianning frowned slightly, which made the scenery look bad.
"We're all hungry. Let's go and eat." Qian Zhuye said.
Ye Qianning lay still and said, "You are still hungry after eating so many pastries."
"Then where are you? After all, you are not willing to give me a few dollars." Qian Zhuye likes to practice martial arts. He is tall and has a larger appetite than his peers.
Ye Qianning rolled her eyes, slowly straightened up her fat body, and stretched her waist. She found that Sang Qi was still there.
He was still writing something with the brush in his hand. No wonder the little old-fashioned man still couldn't move. Sang Qi was really good at writing.
Seeing that Sang Zhi was serious and not wanting to disturb him, Ye Qianning turned to look out the window: "Luo Wen pastry."
Luo Wen's figure fell outside the window and walked in holding the cakes: "The ones Luo Xuangang brought up the mountain are still warm."
Ye Qianning put it on the table and opened the package. The aroma suddenly filled the air, and the taste was simply tantalizing.
The aroma surrounded the tip of Sang Zhi's nose, and he couldn't help but stop writing.
"How good are your guards?" Qian Zhuye's eyes widened.
"I only have this little preference, and they all know it." Ye Qianning first picked up a piece and handed it to Sang Zhi.
Sang Zhi didn't shirk this time and put down the brush and took it. He had eaten many cakes in the palace, but none of them could compare to what she gave him.
Ye Qianning stuffed a piece of it into his mouth, not forgetting to give it to Qian Zhuye.
Qian Zhuye and Ye Qianning have been getting delicious cakes every day, which has made him taste bad.
"Have you finished writing?" Ye Qianning asked while eating.
Sang Zhi chewed slowly, and after finishing his meal, he said, "There's still some left."
"Then hurry up and write while eating."
"I won't eat it." Sang Zhi glanced at the pastries as he spoke, pursed his lips slightly and said, "Eat after you finish writing."
"It says it's the same thing for eating," Ye Qianning handed it to him.
Sang Zhi hesitated but shook his head, picked up the pen and started writing.
Ye Qianning felt that being old-fashioned was too restrictive, and children should be unrestrained. He had too many things on his mind. After thinking about it, she put the pastry to his mouth with her little hand: "You write, and I will feed you."
Sang Zhi raised his head, and Ye Qianning looked up innocently, full of expectation.
He refused.
"We don't have anyone else here, so you can rest assured that we won't tell anyone about it." Ye Qianning said with a smile.
Sang Zhi opened his mouth and took a bite, lowered his head and started writing again.
(End of chapter)
