"What's wrong?" I looked at him doubtfully.

"No, it's okay." He shook his head, seemed to blush a little bit again, and hesitantly stuffed the remaining large piece of snack into his mouth.

Looking at this ignorant big boy, who looked like a ignorant, reckless and straightforward brother next door, I smiled and wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and said, "Look, eat it."

If you still have some food in your mouth, do you want to save it for a late-night snack?"

I don't have the kind of reserve between men and women when it comes to him. Maybe it would be good to have such a younger brother.

He smiled sheepishly and said, "It's really delicious. Did you make this yourself?"

"Yeah."

"How do you make it? It tastes really special."

I laughed and said, "The filling is made from sweet-scented osmanthus and rose petals marinated in sugar for three days, then fried in hot oil; the outer pastry skin is made from fried glutinous rice until half cooked, ground into fine powder, and topped with lard.

Wrap the stuffing in, put it in a basket and steam it. After it's steamed, brush it with a layer of fruit wine, then sprinkle some powdered sugar, and that's it."

He was dumbfounded and said: "It's so complicated, no wonder it's so delicious. I've never tasted such a delicious pastry when I was with His Highness."

"I've told you how to make it. If you like it, you can ask your mother to cook it for you."

"My mother? She never makes food for me. Besides -" he shrugged and said regretfully: "My mother doesn't like the smell of osmanthus the most. She loses her temper every time she smells it. How can she still do this?

Make me some snacks with sweet-scented osmanthus."

Looking at his pitiful look, I couldn't bear it, so I said: "Then - I'll cook it for you. If you want to eat it from now on, just come to me."

"Really?" He opened his eyes wide and looked at me in surprise.

"Yeah."

"Thank you, you are so kind!"

He smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed to slits. Seeing his happy look, I was also infected and smiled at him. Only then did I remember that I still didn't know his name, so I asked: "

By the way, I don’t know your name yet.”

"Me?" He blinked and said, "Just call me Xiao Wu."

"Xiao Wu..." Looking at his naive appearance, strong body, and good martial arts skills, I smiled and said: "It's settled, if you want to eat from now on, you can come to me at any time, but - don't

If you continue to behave like this without any rules, the supervisor will see you and punish you."

"Okay, got it!"

All the snacks I made that day ended up in Xiao Wu's stomach. I had no choice but to make a plate of pastries in my spare time the next day and planned to take them to Leng Gong. Unexpectedly, Ning Yan seemed to be determined and didn't like it at all.

I avoided seeing it, and even the snacks I placed on the windowsill were pushed to the ground by her hand and smashed to pieces.

I know that she places all her hopes on me, hoping that I can help her regain the favor of His Highness the Third Highness. But the longer I stay in Shangyang Palace, the more I know that staying with that man is not a good thing.

Happiness, or in other words, safety.

The words Jin Qiao said to me still ring in my ears. I believe that she did not lie to me. Shangyang Palace is a pool of water that can eat people.
Chapter completed!