"I've never seen you, when did I tell you?" Qinglan frowned and said in shock.
"Maybe you don't remember." Qiongying smiled mysteriously.
"Do I really not remember? Then you know me?" Qing Lan opened her eyes and asked.
"Of course." Qiongying nodded.
Qing Lan didn't believe it, her brows furrowed again and again, and she looked at the plate of pastries in pain, as if she wanted to eat but didn't dare.
"What's wrong?" Qiongying asked.
"I'm hungry, can you ask Yunfang to get some cakes?" Qinglan looked at Qiongying and said pleadingly.
"Isn't there one here?" Qiongying looked at the pastries on the table.
"You can't eat it." Qinglan said softly.
"Why?" Qiongying asked puzzledly.
Qing Lan remained silent and looked at the people present warily, including Wu Xin and others, who looked at each one one by one and seemed hesitant to speak.
"You might as well just say it, don't be afraid." Qiong Ying's tone was so good, so gentle that everyone suspected that they had heard wrong.
Qinglan hesitated for a long time, then approached the dome and whispered, "This pastry may have been poisoned."
The voice was deliberately kept low, but everyone present could hear it clearly.
Especially Cai Yi, her face turned dark instantly. It was she who brought the cakes, which meant that she had been poisoned?!
Qiongying laughed twice, and her clear laughter echoed in the front hall, making her whole body brighten.
On the contrary, Jiu Ge and Qing Jun's expressions became increasingly gloomy, and they wanted to tear Qing Lan's ignorant look apart.
"Why are you laughing? I'm not lying. Yunfang said that except for the food she brought, she can't eat any food given by anyone." Qing Lan said anxiously.
"It's not poisoned." Qiongying put away his smile and said.
"How do you know if there is one?" Qinglan finished speaking and looked at the people present warily.
"No one dares to poison, you can eat it with confidence." Qiong Ying said.
"How do you prove it? Or are you lying to me because you don't know me at all?" Qing Lan asked warily.
"I don't need to lie to you, let alone poison you." Qiongying said.
"It's just what you said. How do I know if what you said is true?" Qinglan still didn't believe it and said tangledly.
Qiongying said nothing, took the smallest pastry, and then took a small bite. She ate slowly, but she still finished the pastry.
"Do you believe it now?"
"I believe it. I'm sorry. I misunderstood you just now. Don't be angry with me." Qing Lan was a little happy but also a little guilty.
"It doesn't matter, you're not hungry, why don't you eat?"
"Okay." Qing Lan smiled at her, her eyes sparkling, then she reached for a pastry and ate it very elegantly.
He ate very elegantly, making almost no sound, eating in small bites, without showing his teeth, with standard etiquette, but at an amazing speed. A piece of pastry disappeared in the blink of an eye. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that he was eating.
Savor it slowly.
And you can see the satisfaction and relish in his eyes, and until half of the plate of pastries has disappeared, he has no intention of stopping.
"Is it delicious?" Qiongying looked at him and asked.
"It's delicious." Qing Lan smiled and nodded, and kept putting cakes in her mouth.
"How delicious is it?" She thought it was very ordinary, even unpalatable.
"It's delicious, even better than what Yunfang gets." Qing Lan said with a smile.
Cai Yi snorted in her heart, nonsense, these pastries are all made by top chefs, carefully selected, and the process is complicated. Even the monarchs in the ordinary palace cannot taste them.