"Really? So how many can I eat then?" Fang Nianzhi's face, which had fallen into dejection, instantly brightened with a smile. She had been seeing them every day recently and very much wanted to try one.
But Sang Siyang's cooking skills were not very good, despite having taken classes; what he made still tasted pretty bad.
She didn't understand why. She followed the exact same steps and shaped them the same way, but they were really, truly awful.
"At most two, but I guess you won't be able to eat two after dinner."
Sang Siyang knew her appetite very well and knew that she always felt very hungry before a meal, thinking she could eat a lot. But when faced with more food, she couldn't finish it, and most of the time, it would end up in his bowl.
He really wasn't interested in such sweet desserts.
"Who says I can't? I can!" Fang Nianzhi's eyes widened; her appetite was huge!
