"Seriously? He didn't teach me anything at all." I glanced at Zhang Zidao, who was sitting there wolfing down the sweet rice wine dessert.
The young man's features were delicate, a face like a piece of fine jade.
After finishing the fermented rice, he went on to walnut crisps and durian puffs, nyonya kueh...
He was really going through, in one sitting, every pastry in this lifetime that I can or can't put a name to.
Zhang Che frowned. "He didn't teach you anything, then where did that whole body of Sharp Gold Aura come from?"
"Didn't you already know? He's the one who put it into my body." Watching Zhang Zidao put away what had to be a hundred catties of pastries by now, I couldn't help feeling bloated for him and burped.
