Sang Zhi saw that the two of them were eating delicious food. He opened his mouth and took a bite. A faint aroma surrounded the tip of his nose. The taste was soft, glutinous and slightly sweet. It was really delicious.
"Not bad right."
"Yeah." Sang Zhi nodded.
It's 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.
"Thinking about the clouds."
"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 giving Sang Zhi a piece of cake.
Qian Zhuye is a greedy person and wants a piece from time to time.
Not long after, the students in the room began to go back one after another, and the sun set over the mountain.
Ye Qianning fell asleep, yawned and opened her eyes. The little old-fashioned boy was still writing very seriously, with neat fonts on the rice paper placed next to him.
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 raised his arms and stretched himself.
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 her fat body, and stretched her waist. She discovered that Sang Qi was still there.
Holding the brush in his hand, he is still writing something. No wonder the little old-fashioned man still doesn't move. Sang Qi is really good at writing.
Seeing that Sang Zhi was serious, Ye Qianning didn't want to disturb him. She turned to look out the window: "Luo Wen pastries."
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 immediately overflowed, 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 did not 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 with what she gave him.
Ye Qianning stuffed a piece of it into his mouth and didn't forget to give it to Qian Zhuye.
Qian Zhuye and Ye Qianning were given delicious cakes every day, which made him taste bad.
"Have you finished writing?" Ye Qianning asked while eating.
Sang Zhi chewed his food carefully, and after finishing the 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 as eating it," 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 free-spirited. He had too many things on his mind. After thinking about it, she brought the cake 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 to accept it.
"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.
